Mix: She's.. going all out..?
EM: Nothing else could cause this level of destruction but my powerhouse of a wife. Now, back to business!
As the room still shook, EM extended eight newly regenerated tentacles and brought them all down on Mix. Not expecting them to have come back, he teleported away only after one went right through his leg. He appeared in a corner of the room, struggling to stand as he held his leg. We watched as he pants slowly turned red with blood.
Mix: D-Damn it... ow....
EM: Hahaha! Just give up now!
The tentacles came down on him again. This time one grazed his shoulder before he disappeared.
Mix thinking: Need.. to be faster.. but it hurts..
This went on and repeated over and over. Mix taking small hits from EMs rapidly moving tentacles, and continuing to bleed to a concerning level.
Mix thinking: I need help... now.. This isn't.. working anymore...
EM: The more wounds you take, the slower you get. You're just dragging your death out, so what's the point?
Mix stood slowly, looking like he wanted to collapse. He refused though. He had to try to fight.
Mix thinking: I need a weapon.. but what...
EM grinned, then spun his scythe around as he hit a lightning bolt at the wounded teleporter.
Mix thinking: That'll work! This is gonna hurt!!
He held out his hands, and the second the lightning bolt hit them, he teleported it so it went into EM's chest. They both stumbled back, surprised and in pain.
Mix: Th-That was a r-really bad idea..
It was brief, but the bolt still hit him in the hands, and it hurt like hell. His arms were twitching like crazy. Luckily, EM was now in pain too.
EM: Grrrr.. you're full of strange ideas, aren't you.
Mix: Hehe.. Yeah, guess so. Come on.. hit me again!
EM does so without a second thought. Mix gets hit in the stomach with it briefly, but teleports it into EM's head. They both get knocked to the ground.
Mix: Ow...
EM: You.. are a goner.
EM got up, then spun his scythe around again. This time, sparks flew off it in all directions. Seemed her wanted to power it up this time. Mix tried to stand, but he had taken a serious beating in the last few minutes. He could barely move anymore.
EM: Say goodbye, other me.
EM finally swung his scythe, and an entire storm of lightning bolts flew out of it, all headed right for Mix, who could do nothing but watch, and wait for the, to hit.
