Klonoa is all focused on the battle, his eyes held forwards as he watches Kanji and the others tousle with the monster. He could not possibly be paying less attention to accidental friendly fire from his allies. He calls out as he watches the astrologian fall over. "Azusa! Hey, someone go--" Klonoa turns his head to look for someone who might be able to help.

...Why is there a dancing skeleton next to him?

He chokes, feeling a coldness in his chest that slowly spreads out over his entire body. He wavers on the floor, the world spinning as the creeping darkness overcomes him. Twirling around on the spot one last time, Klonoa falls to the ground, lifeless and dead as a doornail.

...before slowly rising up, arms stretched forwards as his sunken, sallow eyes survey the battlefield, ears lifted partially in the air and kinked as if tensed aloft by some sort of unnatural force. "Graaao..."