“Hellstone? You serious?” Gellio answered. “You…you made mistakes… I may overreact but, you…you caused this! You stayed silent, you refused to even try after a ‘no.’ It’s all your fault! Do you think you can fix this? Bring mom, dad, and Katy back?”

  And so, Gellio once again punched him with his rigid demonic body, Kyle now tumbling even deeper into the ground, and hitting the hard spots where stones lie, making him exclaim out of pure pain.

  Kyle now felt extremely frustrated and hurt. He quickly regained his consciousness, and before Gellio could strike another blow, he grew back his broken arm and turned it again to a knife. 

Gellio grinned, and said, “Now, you’re not the only one.” In an instant, he turned his arm into the dark oozy form, making it seem like his hand was stuck to a long sharp dark blade. And now he grinned even wider, right before he pounced in again onto Kyle.

 The two both launched into a series of quick blows, always parrying and attacking, trying to lower each other’s defenses so they could get a hit in. Gellio moved his hand-blade as if he knew how to strike with it ever since he was born. Kyle was used to his green knife, and thanks to its shorter length he could move quicker than Gellio could. Yet the demon’s strikes were also longer and deadlier, so much so that Kyle could barely find an opening to attack.

Gellio then resorted to using the strength of his longer and bulkier blade to push Kyle and his knife to the ground. Yet, his slimy brother was quick with his knife, and when he had finally pushed him back down, he simply turned into a pile of slime and went down the blade and up again to strike. Gellio attacked, strike after strike, but his brother always narrowly avoided them. 

 The brother trapped in the demonic form remained so focused that he could not think about anything else but landing a strike on Kyle. The slimy silhouette used this intense concentration to trip him, finally landing him on the ground for a quick and deadly strike, sticking his arm in the hard floor. A loud sound came from Gellio as he was thrown down to the floor. The brother had him right where he wanted to, and he began to stretch his arm to attack him. However, when he was about to strike, Gellio moved quickly to the side, and turned his blade up to attack Kyle and finally hit his shoulder, causing his slime to separate into several tendrils.

Kyle, though, quickly recovered himself, the arm forming back into its usual flexible shape. Gellio frustratedly began to calm down on his furious strikes, while focusing on dodging and defending himself. The fire inside of him began to grow ceaselessly, coming almost out of his eyes in all kinds of quick flickers, while moving inside of them with pure anger. Now realizing this, he brought out blue fire out from his body into his sharp hand-blade, making it blazing and deadly. It hurt a lot to do this, to move the fire and dodge Kyle's attacks at the same time. He did it, but Kyle never grew scared.

  “Move quicker you slow demon!” he taunted. “Is the anger too much? Oh, then I guess you now know how I must've goddamn felt!”

  Kyle began to mock moves, growing confident in his own speed. Yet, Gellio did not respond to his insistent taunts. He focused on his movements, and when the opening showed itself for a millisecond, Gellio dashed towards him and stabbed his chest, sending the blue fire across his arm and painfully towards the wound. Kyle then pulled back and screamed out of pain, the injury being hard to close with his slime body.