His fists clenched into balls of fury. The scars on his face were bleeding. His eyes were almost swelled shut. His body was covered in blood. The blood was everywhere, its salty taste invading his mouth. He could hardly breathe without tasting the blood. His arms ached, his whole body felt as if he should be dead. He did not know how his arms and legs moved. They did though, and when he saw his attacker through the small slits of his eyes he swung with all his might. His knuckles made a crunching sound as it connected with the other man’s face. His opponent’s head tilted in the direction of the blow, and he made a sickening grunt as he fell to the ground. With what energy he had left, Vaterio kicked and punched at the fallen man with as much force as possible. Eventually he fell down to the ground, not moving. He felt like he was falling. Darkness began to suffocate him as he fell, his body becoming numb, falling faster until he was nothing but a streak of color, not able to breathe, and not feeling anything. Vaterio saw a light of him, moving closer and closer. When he reached the point where the light started he saw himself being swallowed and incinerated by the light. His body turned into a billion different pieces of tint. He was nothing but ashes now, floating downward infinitely.

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