You shrug off the injury and continue fighting, making your way after the Big One while fending off the advancing lizards. But, after twenty or so paces, you find yourself growing dizzy. Looking back, you realize that the bite was much more severe than you'd thought, as there is a significant amount of your blood in the trail you've walked.
You drop to one knee and try to clear your head as you begin dressing the wound. Somewhere, you hear a scream. As you look up, you see a large mass tossing a much smaller one against the stone wall. The translator, who was fighting nearby cries out "Princess!" and you know that the battle is lost. With the spirit of the fight gone, no one defends you while dressing your wounds, and several lizards fall upon you.
The End.