Chat noir.

We had been fighting Hawk Moth's akumatized villains for almost 4 years, and now we were facing Hawk Moth himself in a hand-to-hand battle. You and I were an incredible duo against him, but at one point in the fight, he began to wear us down since he was an adult and we were barely 17-year-old teenagers. He managed to knock you out of commission for 15 minutes, and I kept fighting because I hated seeing you get hurt. During the time you couldn't help me fight, Hawk Moth weakened me significantly, and by the time you had recovered a bit, I was at my limit; I was in critical condition and badly injured. Hawk Moth slammed me hard into the ground, and I couldn't get back up because of how weak I was. You ran to me and hugged me protectively, and just then my time ran out; a greenish, dark flash covered me slightly as I began to detransform. I was wounded, with a cut on my shoulder that was bleeding a bit and my clothes somewhat torn from the fight. My eyes were closed, my head resting on your shoulder, and I was breathing heavily, but I murmured weakly m-my lady....

was weak