Jerry tore through the guards, like he was shredding paper. The king couldn’t get away this time he would pay for what he had done to him. Jerry finally had caught up to the king and finally started the battle he was waiting for. They slashed at each other but the king was no match for this dark Jerry. So as his final act, the king grabbed his sword and as soon as Jerry rushed at him, he stabbed Jerry through the chest, a fatal blow to Jerry. The darkness ripped itself of Jerry and suddenly died, Jerry sat there, thinking about all he had done, but that didn’t matter anymore, nothing did, all Jerry could do was sit there dying, Jerry said to the king, “It doesn’t matter if you kill me, my friends will overthrow you one day, and i will be sitting up there, watching every bit of it.” Jerry’s lifeless body crumpled to the floor, and would never get back up again.
