You can't shut me out (Antisepticeye-Jacksepticeye Fanfiction)

Final Blood (Part 2)

                 The only real demon a man has is himself. And only then does he realize the damage he has caused to even the bravest of his kin. He grabs his sword and readies his courage. Because he just can't have him win. ~Original poem 

Sean looked up at the monster he had to defeat. It was his battle and his battle alone. No one else accompanied him on the platform of solid rock. Anti looked down at the pathetic ant that was Jack. He grinned with certain victory against his tiny opponent. Jack searched Anti for some sort of weak spot or some big sword to stab him with, like in the video games. He looked around for another weapon rather than the white dagger from the White Room he clutched in one fist. He scanned the rock platform and something of shining silver caught his eye. He ran over to a big rock and saw the big hilt of a sword. He yanked on it and unearthed it from the mountain. He held it well enough and with renewed courage he pointed it at Anti. Antisepticeye loomed over him and noticed his sword. He threw his head back and laughed, big booming laughter echoed throughout the whole hellish plain. "You think you can stop me with a toothpick?" He asked in a big thunderous voice. Jack looked at him again. He was right. One giant fist of his was the size of a blue whale's heart compared to Jack. He couldn't explain just how gargantuan Anti was. His horns stopped the passage of those disgusting oozing demons in their flight, and they were thousands of yards in the air. Actually, Jack was only face to face with Anti's rippling abs, so there was more to him below the rock platform. He was now terrified. How could he win this fight? "You'll need a better weapon than that." Anti said as his raised a huge fist and brought it flying down on Jack's platform. The fist was closing in on Jack as he sprinted away from the blow. The fist connected to the rock, and an earthquake erupted the whole mountain. It was big enough for it to cause Sean to jump into the air and land on his side from the wave of movement. He winced as looked up as his other fist was coming to crash down on him again. He got back up and ran away from the second hit. 

"IS THIS WHAT IT'S GONNA BE?! JUST THIS?! JUST WAVIN' YA BIG HANDS AROUND AND MAKING ME FALL ON ME ARSE TO GET A LAUGH OUTTA YA?!" Jack shouted at Anti. "You sure you want to actually start the battle? Because, mortal, you aren't going to last long." Anti told Jack. "GIVE ME WHAT YA GOT YA BLOODY DEMONIC FUCK!" He shouted back. Anti grinned with sharp pointed teeth and opened his stomach. He took both of his hands and split open the trunk of his body, unleashing a green toxic gas along with multiple denizens of his. They were all in filthy rags or some were just naked. They were...mutilated in some way. Their skin was boiled and cracked, like how Anti looked when he was transforming from Jack's body to his original form. Their pale skin flaked away to the black ropy true skin underneath.  Their faces sagged, almost resembling the chef from Little Nightmares. They came at Jack with arms outstretched clutching broken pieces of glass or broken pipes. One woman came at Jack full force and yelled at him in demonic tongues. She had some chicken wire wrapped around her fist, and she tried to punch Jack. He shoved her away and in a fluid U-shape motion, he cleanly sliced off her head. An almost artistic spray of blood spurted from her severed neck as she tumbled to the floor and mutilated into a dry flaky gray husk. Sean grimaced at the sight and fought two more demons. They were both men and they were covered with a single worn filthy rag around their private areas. They wielded broken bottles with the sharp end sticking out to cut Jack. Jack tried to push them away, but more were coming. Anti was spectating everything and he laughed at the sight. Sean fell to the floor and instinctively put his legs up to protect him, but one of the demons stabbed him with his bottle on the back of his lower calf. He shrieked as he kicked the demon on it's back and decapitated it as well. One demon caught hold of Sean as he revved up from the now dried husk of the demon. 

Sean hopped in the air and landed on his back with the demon still riding him from behind. He stood up as the demon gasped for breath as Jack drove the sword through it's mouth. It shriveled to a shell and blew away. Many other demons showed. He was running out of energy. Sean ran to another huge rock at the end of the mountain and looked down at the abyss beneath the mountain. He only got a quick glimpse to see if there was any way of escape, but it didn't look like it to him. There was a big green swirling vortex on the bottom, covered in clouds and lightening. Anti seemed to be standing on this vortex. If there was a way to get away from the demons, he could probably jump in. But he didn't know if it meant escape, certain death, a different dimension, or anything. It was too much of a risk, and he wasn't dying now. He looked around him to see if there was a different weapon to use rather than just this sword. He stabbed a nearby demon with his sword in the chest, and sliced another's cleanly off. His glasses kept sliding off his face and he always had to push them back up. It was getting annoying, and another demon was coming his way. He took his sword with one hand and stuck in and out of one demons throat, then took his glasses off his face and drove it into another demon's eyeball. Jack raked his hair back with one hand and looked at his white clothes. They were filthy with dirt and grime and blood. But he had to admit, he did feel pretty badass. Like the Walking Dead characters who looked all dirty and fucked up but so cool at the same time.