Yoozepode surged deeper and deeper until he saw it; Lord Doxis' throne, hard to see, for it blended in with other dark places. There was a burn mark where Yoozepode spat fire.
"Lord Doxis. You who have enslaved my people, prepare to suffer!" roared Yoozepode.
"I think not!" hollored back Doxis, smirking. "You are nought but a mere child to me. Wait, you are a child, that's why you ran! Coward!"
This set Yoozepode off. Firing fireball after fireball at the unexpecting Doxis. All Yoozepode heard was screams and laughter. It did not make any sense until Doxis reappeared unscathed.
It dawned on Yoozepode that he might not be able to win this battle...
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