"Stay here, Stan." Splitter said
The next thing he knew Splitter was gone, down a tube that looked like his own. Stan glanced around the room. A little bit worried he searched for a weapon of so kind. He needed to get something to defend himself with. Just in case.
Tucked away in a corner was a sheath. Thinking there would be a sword he lifted it up. Peering in to it. There was nothing inside or around where he found it.
Splitter's voice rag out through the room,"Looking for this."
Stan whirled around. Splitter stood in the doorway wielding a massive sword.
"I will be fair, here catch." He said tossing the sword.
Stan jumped to the side just in time. Slitter seemed to have melted into the ground. Stan starred at the puddle of colorful liquid. It bubbled and melted upwards. Turning into Ren in the doorway.
"Miss me." He said
Stan looked over at the sword that had nearly killed him. It sat sticking out of a crate two feet from where he stood. Ren yelled something and the nearest crate to him exploded. he ducked and ran to the sword.
Ren roared in anger and yelled yet another spell incantation. The floor boiled under his feet and erupted from underneath. Stan was sent into the and crashing down on a crate. His back ached. Stan jumped and his back screaming in pain. Spinning he grabbed hold of the sword and pulled.
"I hope you know that the sword is a foot within the crate. Also surrounded by steel. You can't get it out." Ren yelled in mid laugh
Stan rolled behind a metal object. The ground exploding.
"Come out I want to see you!" Ren screamed in rage.
The ground again exploding. He glanced around the room and in is small safe spot. A foot to his right sat a small knife. He picked it up nearly throwing it away. It was about four inches long and weighed about an ounce.
He stood taking aim at Ren.
"Are you going to throw that at me?" Ren laughed
Stan saw a chance. He aimed again and let it fly. Ren tried to dodge but the knife had already struck home. It drove deep into his chest. He winced in pain, gave his last small chuckle, and rolled onto his back.
"I am sorry Ren, but you left no other option." Stan whispered to Ren's blank face.
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