"Aargh, my squeedlyspooch!" screams Necron as he rolls around on the bar floor, trying to avoid the red hot stabbing pain coming from The Infinite.
Unfortunately his efforts to continue rolling were hampered somewhat by the large knife left in his back by Leon, and the shards of glass still stuck in his face from earlier.
Eventually managing to roll under a table, Necron attempts to stand up, only to intercept Tiny's lightsaber mid swing.
He dies.
There is a crash and a yelp from the underground wine cellar as Necron respwans in the same location as a wine rack. The trapdoor flies open and Necron makes his way up, a broken bottle in each hand, and several more sticking out from various parts of his body. An evil green glow softly permeates his eyes, and a slightly skeletal grin on his face.
"That wasn't very nice."