The laughter was almost unnatural in how it flooded the room. "How do you like them apples, huh?" Phil's pain-threshold shifting, he reached over and ripped the bat from his jacket and the wall, advancing on Hobgoblin, continually punctuating his words with insane laughter.
"This is MY power! None of the other goblins got it!" He kicks out at his stomach. "Not Osborne!" He grabs the sword. "Not his KID!" He can't resist cackling as he presses a switch, causing the sword to burst into flame.
"Damn sure not you or Leeds or Macendale!" Phil's expression shifts to a maddened grin as he lifts the sword up.
Do it!
This is your chance!
This is your moment to change everything about you!
...no.
He slams the hilt down on the back of his staggered opponent's head as hard as he can
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