Stanley looked at the behemoth that stood before him. The shadowy figure that dropped smoke with the green scythe looked straight out of a nightmare.
Stanley was frozen, unsure how he was going to go about this fight at all. Nothing about the figure looked as though he could hurt.
The green bar above its head was so long that he feared how many times he would have to slash it to kill it.
The match started and Stanley dashed in, not caring about himself. He needed to cut it one way or another, and he needed to find out what he had to cut down first.
He walked into the darkness and found absolutely nothing he could cut down. He made his entire way through the middle of the thing and out the back, but he met nothing physical.
'The hell? What am I supposed to attack?' Stanley thought as he walked out of the darkness.
