This must be one of his most unluckiest day. Never did Andrew thought that he would have so much trouble fending off Elly. One ball of fire after another, it doesn’t seem to have an effect on him.
Yes it was hurting him, but Elly would still jump and fight, even as his skin burnt. It’s like his brain was wired only to fight. The Keeper can be compared to a Zombie — Andrew thought as he tried his best to fight off Elly's strange power, strength and rage.
He stared at Elly with cool eyes. They’re both sweaty, panting, and frustrated. It’s been hours, and they’ve been through this at least twenty times.
“Just go back to sleep, Elly, please! I don’t want to hurt you–” Andrew sighs, running a hand irritably through his hair. Let’s try this again, the long-suffering, painfully patient set of
