Morey slowly opened his eyes, the world nothing but a big blur, his ears ringing and head spinning. Groggily he slowly got up as he tried to make sense of what happened. The sheer amount of heat already caused his exposed skin to blister, even the areas that covered his body.

The metal had melted onto his skin.

He silently cursed, feeling the effects of the attacks on his arms as he moved, gritting his teeth as he limped on. Looking up he strained his eyes trying to make out the blurring images in front of him. The searing pain on the right slide of his body was enough for him to nearly black out, but a familiar voice rang out…if only he could make it out among all the hissing and popping all around him…

Grunting a bit, Morey looked up, expecting to see the bright sun shining down on him, only to find himself surrounded in darkness by the black smoke of the burning forest. Completely surrounded and trapped, once again, in this world…he felt out of his element. This was too much. Too much for him. He was at a complete loss.

Shakily he got up and tired to make sense of the maddening world around him, smoke covered his lungs, forcing him to wheeze and gasp for any bit of untainted air in the horrid environment he resided in. The raw exposed skin across his back burned as the droplets of sweat rolled over them, the uncomfortable stinging kept him from passing out right then and there. He held his hand out, in a desperate attempt to try and reach out for something. Anything.

"Someone…please help me-" He croaked out, the monsters continuing to inch closer with each passing second. His time was up, this was it. Once again, he failed completely and utterly miserably.

And it was not only him that was going to suffer the consequences.

Consequences…

"William…"

No, it could not end just yet, his time was not up yet. His life was more than just some damn punchline for some higher being above to point and laugh at.

Digging his sword to the ground, he used it as a makeshift support to force himself up on his feet, the spinning in his head seemed to finally slow down enough for him to make sense of what was going on. His mind and senses finally starting functioning, he made out the dark blurry figures in front of him… Nearly falling forward, he glared on.

There were still quite a few of them left. The big bad herself mockingly loomed over the boy. The hot lava blob bubbled and fizzled out as droplets hit against the floor, the heat of the monster was enough to keep the sweat rolling down Morey's face, despite the distance. The moving incinerator continued to move closer to him, and in turn that only made the heat more and more unbearable, which left him with the only option of backing away. Despite his earlier bravado, Morey was still technically down to a very limited set of options…

Well… he still had a few options. Shifting around his pocket he dug around until he felt the clacking of two glasswares… purple liquids swirling around as he fully pulled them out. He had one shot at this… so how would he play this out? He was thankful that the creatures were not very intelligent, as they didn't react to the two bottles he pulled out.

He sighed, never had he ever had to strategize beyond simply taking as many hits as his body could take. It had always been either intimidation, or the sheer overwhelming force.

Looking back, that simply sounded like bullying, something he was going to have to reflect on later….

He did not have time to dwell on the matter as another blast of heat whizzed by his cheek. The young warrior spluttered as he tilted away, nearly losing balance in the process. The world was still spinning, his legs were still shaking, and it was taking his all to figure out where left and right was from. But he was still conscious, he could still think, and that was enough for him.

Morey stumbled as he continued to keep his footing, the spirits slowing down. His breath ragged and slow. Staring back up at the behemoths, along with its swarms of red hot adversaries, the burning warrior let out a raspy chuckle, digging through his pockets until a flask full of red fluid appeared on his hands.

"I… ha…ha… didn't think I would be needing one so soon…" He gasped, the oncoming spirits responding with nothing but the buildup of more hostile fires. Realizing that the young fighter was rambing, he gulped down the content of the flask. Eugh, it's bitter. He noted as he gulped down the rest of the concoction.

The relief was instant, and the gratifying sensation of his lungs no longer feeling like they were fighting just to get an iota of oxygen was a godsend. He patted his chest and arms to note that there were significantly less burn marks on him, but not all healed, as some more minor burns still remained.

But this… Morey thought, as a volley of flames spewed towards him, This I can handle!

Swinging his blade down he sliced a spirit in half, a maniacal grin adorn on his face before…swiftly retreating amongst the trees. Volleys after volleys of fireballs burst forward. The charred tree barely hanging on as it took the fireballs.

As the waves of flames continued, Morey dug around his pocket. Hands reaching through the bottles haphazardly stuffed together, until he found one that stood out amongst the rest. He peaked over once the attack happened. The tree was barely standing amongst the crackling of the flames causing the tree to crunch under the slight force.

The Lobber was growing impatient, finally spewing out its biggest glob of molten magma straight at the burning tree. The young warrior saw it coming, staring up at the looming ball of red hot liquid falling towards him. "Shit-"

It landed, and completely collapsed the tree, underneath it the sounds of an agonizing scream could be heard, and a sizzle… a pop… and a crunch… then silence.

The elementals, satisfied with the nuisance gone, started to turn away towards the village, the area ripe for more victims to melt down. Behind them laid the ashes of the tree, slowly getting swallowed up by the burning lava. A single helmet lay floating atop of the liquid, sinking and melting away, until nothing was left.

Right as the Lobber was about to push a few trees out of the way, a figure blurred across the group, effectively slicing two cinders in half. The others in a panic, started firing volley after volley of fireballs around the area, to no effect. The Lobber turned its neck around, scanning the area for any survivor.

As the Lobber was looking around, a figure got revealed right on its neck… tentacle? Either way, the Cinders immediately attack, bursting out another volley of fireballs right to the figure. Only for a second later, the last few cinders were cut in half, and poofed away, returning back into ordinary fire.

The lobber let out an ear piercing screech as it saw the last of its comrades dissipate away. In rage it attacked the assailant by spitting out a fast glob of lava right atop of them.

Once it landed there was a moment of silence. As the Lobber stared at the lava spot, it slowly craned its neck closer to inspect the damage, assessing if it actually killed the annoying creature. Just as it was concluding the pest's demise, a blade sliced it on its face, causing it to screech in pain and slither back. The cut was small but noticeable, but that was not the true cause of its irritation. As it regained its sight again, the Lobber was met with a rage inducing scene. There stood Morey, sword in hand, helmetless, and a savage smile on his face. But that was not the worst of it. No.

The worst was that he stood effortlessly knee deep into the shallow pool of molten lava. Two empty flasks were thrown to the side as Morey stared back up at the monster.

"Did you spend your life thinking you were invincible? Funny… I can relate."

The two beasts clashed.