S1-C2.1

Hawkins Finley’s Perspective

“Poor kid,” I say after watching the guy dive to his doom. I pick up the stone sword that he made, and I get ready to fight the fire monster.

“I feel bad for you, but then I don’t since your family is probably dead,” Fusar said, “So you’ll be able to meet them when you join them.”

“Oh, please, you don’t even have parents,” I responded, pissing Fusar off. Immediately, he tries to shoot a fire beam at me, which I block with the sword. He then turns his magma hand into a sword, and attempts to slash my body in half, which I dodge and parry by slashing his arm off. Fusar makes the loudest screech you would probably ever hear.

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“I’ll aim for your body next,” I say, smirking. But just as I say that, he regrows his hand as well as adding a bunch of other ones. My smile instantly fades, as I realize it will be tough to kill this guy. All of his hands turn into something different, like an axe, a sword, a shield, and even a bat to crush bones. I go one by one, swiftly chopping each hand, but what I don’t realize is that this is a setup. I’m slashing, dashing, dodging, weaving, doing everything in my power to kill this thing, and…

-Ching-

I’m losing eyesight. I can’t even see straight anymore. I don’t know where the fire monster is, but all I want is to live right about now. I feel like I am covered in a thousand metal spikes. I’m starting to vomit, and I feel hot… very… hot…