Hoplash trembled in fear. He had no back-up, no knowledge of his enemies, and not enough strength to fight off these bloodthirsty monsters. Soon, a large gargoyle-like creature swooped down, tossing Hoplash into the air. Several others had gathered around Hoplash, and knocked him around, using his as a ball like in a kid’s game.
Every kick, each powerful blow, Hoplash suffered more, bruises, more scratches, more scars by the minute. He was at his most helpless, his most fearful, but most of all, frustration. Boiling inside, his anger grew, engulfing his mind. Angry that at the rift, which has endangered so many live. Angry at the monsters, tossing him around like a ball, or some toy to mess with.
But most importantly, angry at himself, for being weak, powerless, and an idiot, thinking he could fend off so many freaking monsters all by himself. But in their darkest hour, people seem to find light. So, like any good, generic shonen protagonist, Hoplash takes down a single monster, grabbing the incoming arm, and spinning mid-air. But this wasn’t plot armor. No, it was something else. To be continued…
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