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Blaze-Striker
Chapter VI - It’s War Time
He ran down to the ground floor with his equipment wielded
in his arms’ clutches and his see-through goggles
on his eyes. He ran at top speed toward the Eye and as
he crossed the booth, the war started. 800 zombies, 1000
ghosts all against 1. It was all up to Andrew.
Time froze when Andrew stepped forward and a ghost descended
upon him from the Tower of London. A zombie splashed out
of the water and sped toward Andrew. He took out the paste
and squeezed a bit of the tube. Instantly, a spray shot
out and the zombie died after Andrew punched him with
all his might in the gut. Gazing at the ghost Andrew felt
fire in his mouth and he had to spit it out so he opened
his mouth and a beam of fire – green fire at least
19800 degrees hot- burst out at the ghost. He yet had
at least 800 of each more to go.
He fought back with all his power, both mental and physical
and let out all the strength in his muscles in this war.
There were zombies, ghosts, spirits and the might of all
sorts of animals present in this war. Some of the zombies
died looking at all the freedom and strength with which
Andrew was fighting with. In the end Andrew had to face
a 540 foot large giant with one eye. It was a Cyclops.
Its foot was 10times the size of Andrew. One stomp and
Andrew would be no longer living life as he knew it. Andrew
summoned up all his energy and blew out the most incredible
blow he had ever dealt in his whole life. This blow wasn’t
an ordinary one; it came from Andrew’s hands. A beam
of blue sparkling light with a mixture of red and yellow!
This blew off the Cyclops’ head. As he couldn’t
see any longer, Andrew made a blaze-striking sword with
his powers to flatten the Cyclops’ whole body.
This was the end of the war. The
sun was shining, time had returned to chime normalcy,
ghosts and zombies no longer existed in the normal world
or the unreal world. Something else died out with these
zombies….the evil streak and spirit that they epitomized
and spread like an epidemic. It was like the end of a
demonic race. The sun rays today bent with a gentler and
warmer breath to them for this was the rise of the blaze
striker.
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— Mohit Madhiwalla, Grade: VI A
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