"Working..." I cough.

How can I stop this? It's on a whole new level. It's practically looks unstoppable. They're swarming my cells faster than bees! Well, more like wasps because I like bees. Come on Peter. Think. I grip my head. How can I think with this massive headache. My body feels so unstable. I could explode. If I did explode, I think Scarlet would kill me if I did that. But then we'd both be dead so I'm not sure. Are there courts in the afterlife? God... I have to focus. I'm getting a really bad brain freeze. I feel so cold. Wait! Cold! I've got an idea. Granted it might not be the smartest idea.

"Scarlet, get me that blow torch." I point.

"Okay... but just explain to me what you're planning on doing." He says.

He hands me it. I ignite it.

"I'm gonna burn this shadow." I say.

"Wait, what?" Scarlet asks.

Oh, this is gonna hurt. I let out a breath. I draw the fire to my wound. I wince. 

"Whatever you're doing I'm not following." Scarlet reaches his hand forward.

"I don't entirely understand this either." I say.

I place the fire directly over my wound. I almost scream. I try to handle this bravely, but I let out a scream. I see the shadows around my hip drawing back into the sword. I turn to the image. The heat's burning the shadow off my cells.

"It's working punk don't stop." Scarlet says.

I turn the heat up. I wince. I see the shadows on my hands fading. It's working! Then I see the sword flash. A blast of shadows shoots out. The blowtorch gets knocked out of my hands. Scarlet gets thrown back and I get knocked out.