The wall was on fire. Strange how that was the first thing Frisk noticed when war was around her.

The Player stood in the center of camp, the bodies of injured- or worse- campers surrounding them. Asriel, quietly groaning, was among the bodies. Their empty face met hers. "Hello Frisk. I was waiting for you."

That was when Chara attacked.

She jumped off a roof of a cabin, sword out. A warrior cry escaped her as she tackled the Player. The two struggled, the camp watching them.

Everyone was frightened.

Finally, the Player got a good hit. Chara was sent flying. She slammed into the ground. When the dust cleared, she was out cold, bruised and cut.

That was when Frisk pulled out her sword and attacked.

The Player pulled their own sword out. The blades collided, sparks snapping up.

Frisk was good. She had been training.

But the Player was better

She found herself panting and about to collapse in five minutes.

"I will bring your corpse to G. Then I will kill him."

The words were brought by another attack. Frisk, already stressed, was off guard by the mention of the god.

"The two star crossed lovers, finally together. What do you think?"

"I think you're pretty messed up."

Frisk felt hands rest on her shoulders. When she looked up, G was standing behind her. His eye was alit with furious gold.

The Player took a step back. If they had a mouth, Frisk was sure they would've smirked.

"Interesting."

They took a step and disappeared.