The battle was still at its peak of tension. Karl bent from side to side, narrowly evading the relentless attacks of the purple monster. Yet the creature's transformed hand, sharpened into a spear-like weapon, continued to slip past his defenses, carving shallow cuts across his body despite every desperate dodge. Each wound was small, but together they painted a grim picture of a battle slowly turning against him.
Realizing he could no longer remain on the offensive, Karl abandoned the idea and leaped backward. But the purple monster pursued without hesitation, springing after him like a predator that had already cornered its prey.
The instant Karl's feet touched the ground, he knew it was too late.
The monster had already closed the distance. Karl crossed both arms over his forehead in a desperate guard as the airborne monster slowly drove its sharpened right hand downward with merciless precision.
