Keity would force himself to stay awake, but the robot was not done.
BOOM!
The fire robot beast's heavy fist crashed into the ground—barely missing Keith by inches after he rolled himself a little.
The ground splintered, cracks webbing out like a spider's net.
Debris shot up from the shockwave, metal and concrete raining down in shards.
But Keith had already rolled away, his body moving on pure instinct.
His breath ragged, his muscles burning, vision blurred—but his will sharper than ever.
He wasn't giving up.
He wouldn't die here.
He sprang to his feet. His legs wobbled, and blood trickled from his lip, but he clenched his fists tighter.
Elius watched from a distance, unmoving, arms crossed as his flying swords hovered near, silent.
He said nothing.
This was Keith's fight now.
The fire beast roared again, flames erupting from vents across its shoulders and chest.
