8:40 PM.
There I was, locked in a power struggle of epic proportions. All around me, rocks were defying gravity, rising up into the sky. Tornadoes were raging along around us. A massive amount of plasma energy was saturating the very air, causing static to leap out everywhere occasionally.
Proxima’s powerful Solar Bomb attack was ridiculous. No matter how much energy I pushed into my plasma beam attack, I could not keep it from creeping ever closer. But I refused to give up. Our struggle had been going on for about ten minutes or so. “I can feel you getting weaker every second, Bill Zipzap!” taunted Proxima. “Why don’t you just give up!?”
A painful jolt suddenly shot through me like lightning. I was approaching 30 percent energy left. I had an estimated 180 seconds to end this before I
