Worlds Apart - a Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader story

Fighting Mephiles

Mephiles' first attack came out of nowhere, almost slipping through Shadow's guard. It was only through pure luck that he managed to block it on the hilt of his sword. He rolled, quills matted with blood from the floor.

"I wish you could see yourself right now. Covered in blood, ribs sticking out like you haven't eaten for over a week -"
"I haven't eaten for over a week! Don't rub it in!"

OK, that was lie. He had eaten a chilli dog, but that was it. Plunging into a dive underneath Mephiles, he struck him hard on the back, sending him sprawling.

"I'm still going strong though," Shadow snarled, regaining his breath, prepared for the next strike. Mephiles launched himself into the air, flying towards him, and again he rolled out of the way. He could hear Y/N comforting the others, giving them hope in an attempt to help them survive.

"There's no way Mephiles can beat him," she kept saying, "He's far stronger than before."
He was way stronger than the first time he and Mephiles had fought. He could do this. All he needed was an opportunity, a gap in Mephiles' armour, a flaw in his plan. Already Mephiles was tiring himself out, having thrown himself across the room several times. Shadow, however, still stood tall (as tall as you can when you're a 3 foot 3 hedgehog) and strong. If he could keep this up for a while longer, Mephiles would become too tired to attack. Just as long as he kept moving and didn't get hit, he'd be fine.

"Getting tired?"
"You wish," Mephiles rushed him, lunging over and over again. Shadow avoided and parried each blow. One came so close to his face that he felt the stream of air it left in its wake. Even so, he was unscathed. Just a bit longer, and he'd be able to take Mephiles down. A sudden burst of pain in his left shoulder exploded into life. Y/N yelled, but everything had been muted. Mephiles lifted his blade above his head to strike at Shadow as he clasped one hand over the bullet that had plunged into his shoulder, punching a hole in his armour. Y/N was too far away to help. The sword came down, plunging though a chink in his armour, through his chest.

"It's over," Mephiles snarled in his ear before yanking the blade out. Shadow gasped in pain as it was removed. Blood flooded from the wound, pooling on the ground beneath him.

"So this is what dying feels like."

I guess you guys are gonna hate me for this chapter, but I promise it gets better