Axael wanted to thrash around and cause more discomfort, but really, the throat muscles were too strong, and he himself was too weak. His body was tired of struggling and fighting in a battle he would loose, though, when Triske pressed against the lump the farmer's son made, Axael managed to push ever so slightly back, before he came to the end of the throat.<br/><br/>His feet hit open air for a minute, before the rest of him tumbled into the beast's stomach, his fate sealed.