[sliguy101]

MEANWHILE OUTSIDE THE CAVE:

It was a battle between Calvarr and Relt in a blade fight. The sligs were getting closer every strike, and paranoia was overtaking Calvarr bit by bit.

"You never had the power to defeat me, Cal. I've always been better than you!" Said Relt.

"Well guess what, Relt. This is the future, and I'm stronger!" Replied Calvarr.

Shockingly, Calvarr had gotten a stab inside the chest. He let out a loud cry of pain, echoing into the dark air and throughout the woods. Falling to the ground, barely breathing. He was bleeding badly, and possibly would die. A tear went down his eye, but he stayed brave and laied there on the ground. Relt brought the knife close to Calvarr's head, and laughed hard.

"You're such a joke." Relt started out. "In fact, you should've never been born at all. A piece of trash is what you are! You killed my friends and badly injured me! Gutless was gone, and it's all because of you, Cal! You'll feel my pain, and re-live those days through my eyes. Don't worry, I'll have the Sligs despose of your little friends. But for now, it's time to do something I've been waiting for a long time. DIE!"

Relt brought the knife down fast as the speed of sound. But Calvarr grabbed his arm just as fast to stop the knife. They met eye-to-eye, and Calvarr pushed Relt. He lost balance, and fell into the stream. It was deep, and Relt had a hard tiem getting to the surface. When Relt got up, he was being pushed by a force, but the stream was calm. Plus, Relt couldn't make his way out.

"What is this nonsence! But I swear, Calvarr. You'll be worse than dead when I come back!" Yelled out Relt. Then, he dissapeared from the flow of the black stream. Calvarr still lied on the ground. He was still hurt, and coughed loudly as the pain from the stab only got worse.