I want to say that I could control my temper. But that would be lying.

I wandered aimlessly through the studio, clutching my translucent yellow axe coated in ink. I hear footsteps, loud and plenty of them.

I'm being circled by most of the creatures of the studio. All of them looking at me like they're expecting a fight.

Susie herself faces me, her weapon, a simple fan, clutched in her hand. She points it at me. "Well, Lawrence? Time for a fight!"

I knew she challenged creatures of the studio, poofing them and taking their gems to decorate herself.

I cling to my left wrist tightly. She wasn't getting my gem.

I point my axe at her. "You won't win." I swore.

She laughs. "With your little axe all inky and gross?"

I growl. "Says the one with a fan for a weapon."

She screeches, charging at me. I swiftly dodge the attack, front flipping over her, landing neatly on my feet.

As she slashes at me with the fan, I grasp her wrist, knocking the fan out of her hands. Then she punched me in the throat.

I couldn't control myself. I stood up, coughing from the attack. She has a new fan. She raised it above her head, about to bring it down on me and end the fight.

I snatch her neck, my gem glowing through the ink with a faint yellow light. Through my hands, I release a charge of electricity.

Her obsidian gem clatters to the floor. My citrine on display for everyone to see.

Talk passes through the crowd. There is a unanimous agreement.

"Shatter him."