You say just that and Cronuses eyes glaze over with rage.
With a movement faster than what you can even see, he has his scythe drawn.
Then begins a dance of weapons, stabbing, slashing back, going forward... And then, stab!
"OOF!"
"Mua ha ha ha ha!"
Cronus cries out in victory, his scythe sticking out from your chest.
You gasp in pain as you feel the metal pulling on your very essence, sucking it into the metal. Vaguely, you here Metis screaming, but yet, you can't do anything. Weakly you strike out with your sword and feel it hit someone.
You look threw a pain filled haze and see... Oh gods, Metis, your sword sticking from her hip.
Your essence, fades.

well... not my fault.