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Thinking about these two all day and how much they meant to me.

The loss of jelly made the skeleton weak. The giant skeleton lost its balance and fell with a thunderous clap.

El Fantasmador climbed the giant skeleton’s ribcage, stabbing it on the way up. Skeleton jelly began to ooze from the giants bones.

El Fantasmador didn’t have time to care about the shout. His shoes squeaked as he jumped toward the giant skeleton.

The giant shouted louder than a foghorn. Was it pain?

The giant was blinded. It was time to strike.

All that was left, was a trail of bodies dispatched from their wretched existence.

With a furious drive, El Fantasmador worked his way toward the giant skeleton.

A sound from deep bellow of sadness and discordance roared. Fantasmas from the beyond rose through fissures the giants foot created.

The giant stomped it’s foot with great force creating a huge cloud of dust.

El Fantasmador gazed into his sword and stated, “I will vanquish this filthy beast.”

Kit

El Fantasmador shouted. A rumble from the heavens returned through beams of light a sword. It gracefully made its way to El Fantasmador’s hands.