"Ron, do you know why I'm doing this," Lord Zerfon said, not even sweating. "Why I specifically want you?" When Ron didn't answer, the acromad explained himself. "You have powers, boy. And those are the key to world domination. I am a mortal. You are immortal,"

"I am not immortal. I have been aging since birth!" Ron stated, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Zerfon rolled its eyes, placing it's hands on their hips. "Ron, you are the only descendant of two Ancient Keepers. The powers you must have have to be stronger than any other Ancient Keeper's. You are special, Ron,"

Ron kept his gauntlet ready, if he needed to. "Why are you telling me this?" he kept his fingers on the trigger, charging it even more silently.

"Your friends do not have powers. They do not have what I need. Therefore, they are useless to me. Know what that means?"

Ron stayed silent.

"It means they are dead. When I give the command, my acromads will kill them brutally and feast upon their flesh." Zerfon smiled evilly.

"You monster!" Ron shouted. "Let them go!"

"What are you going to do? Kill me? Go ahead, my acromads will tear you apart when you fire the shot you've been charging up and my second in command will take my place on the throne and continue with our takeover. If you kill me, don't use some stupid glove. Use your powers,"

Ron felt a fire burning inside him. It was an anger unlike anything he had ever seen before. He felt something in his palm, yet couldn't quite place his finger on it. Ron raised his hand to let go of the charge he'd been building up. He let it go and a orange ball of fire launched at Zerfon with full force. However, he hadn't use the gauntlet at all. He threw the ball of fire with the opposite hand. The gauntlet was still charging up on his right arm.

Ron looked at his left hand in awe. It had a slight red tint to it, illuminating his face. The boy's eyes burned brightly with the fire that fueled his anger. These feelings were his powers. His emotions were powering himself.

The teenager threw another ball of fire at the acromad. It exploded upon collision, catching a small patch of its fur on fire. Zerfon patted it, putting it out quickly. "There we go!" It said. "These powers look nice. Not what I expected, though."

"What did you expect." Ron stated.

"I expected, you know, world manipulation or something as such...but these will do, I guess," Zerfon ran at him, Ron quickly shifted to his right, trying to dodge the attack.

Fear struck him as Zerfon tried to do the same. His anger faded, but terror began to rise up his spine and into his expressions as his brow thickened and he prepared for death to come. However, it never did. He opened his eyes to see himself in a purple bubble, the king of the acromads standing outside with confusion on it's face.

Zerfon said something, but was muted by the bubble. Ron didn't hear anything but his own heavy breathing. The acromad began to pound on the defensive bubble, sending ripples up Ron's shield. It refused to bust as the acromad slashed its claw along it, trying to get inside.

Ron's fear drove the bubble to stay. He kept flinching with every slice, every stab, and every pound on the purple bubble. He thought it was going to break, but to his surprise, the bubble was seeming to hold up.

The acromad backed away, raising its arms into the air. It said something, but Ron didn't know what it had said. The boy felt his fear raise, the beast no longer coming for him.

With his fear of being killed gone, the bubble faded away. Ron was suddenly standing there, unshielded.

Zerfon ran at Ron again, a smirk on its face. The claws came at Ron again, but his fear was too slow this time. The beast slammed the blow into Ron's chest, knocking him backwards. The shield came up around him again, guarding him from anyone else.

The king busted on the bubble, trying to get in. It wasn't budging. Ron heard the drop of blood drip onto the bottom of the bubble, coming from where Zerfon had struck him. He prayed for Eclipse to pull him out, to stop this madness and rescue him. Ron's heart began to beat faster, the pain in his chest growing. Blood oozed out of it, the boy placing his hand on it and laying himself down in his bubble. His eyes began to close as his vision got blurry.

Zerfon kept on banging on the bubble, breathing heavily. The bubble was Ron's last defense. The acromad had won. If the bubble went down, Ron was his. The battle was over. It kept on slashing at the bubble, pounding its fists onto it. After a while of this repeatedly, a crack appeared on the purple shield.