Time went by, and we finally got through the army. When we were standing there, out of breath, we heard a voice.
"Hello."
I look behind me, and I see, standing there, Cinder.
"You got past my pathetic army. I am impressed. Too bad you will have to become one of them." He stated, with a smirk.
"Dad! You can't!"
"Do you want to be one?" He asked Victoria.
"You wouldn't." She replied.
"Didn't I just tell you I would?"
She was so full of anger, she launched the sword straight towards Cinder's face. He opened the eye on his forehead and it turned red. He stopped the sword in mid-air, bent it in half, and threw it twenty-feet to the right.
He picked Joey up. I quickly grabbed my sword, and swung. I looked down, and saw Cinder's head laying on the floor.
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