Dark finally snapped. He attacks Wilford so he can have full control. The fight is in Dark's favour until his limbs start failing him, his fighting gone. When Wilford drives the knife into Dark's knife, he is happy he can't die. Then out of the corner of his eye he sees host standing in the corner. Host was in for a pretty heavy punishment then, yes, but he had made sure that he would be the only one treated that way. For the time being at least
(Okay fixed it. By which i mean i accidentally posted this without actually answering like a goof)
Dark feels the flurry of victory slipping away, his limbs falling limp at his side, a strange and terribly unfamiliar feeling of exhaustion digging into his bones and dragging him down. Wilford crawls out from under him, shaking off his near failure and the blood that drips into his eyes.
Dark struggles against the chains of sudden fatigue that keep him from moving, but Wilford has his knife out, doesn’t even stop to gloat, and plunges it into his neck. He may not be able to die, but he still feels the pain, a prick of terrible fire and he gasps at it, though all that escapes his lips is a dark, coppery liquid.
He doesn’t black out immediately, lies enraged and weak in a growing pool of his own blood as Wilford disappears out of his line of sight. And there, in the corner, peering out from behind a wall, is the Host, still muttering a plethora of words under his breath. Dark knows exactly what he’s doing, changing the outcome of the fight and he would be amused if he wasn’t so furious.