"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Nicholas screamed out, flailing his arm about, trying to beat it out, blow on it, or spit on it...pretty much whatever he could think of. Being on fire was something that didn't usually happen to him, so he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to deal with it. "******* ****!"
Soon enough the flames were put out, and he had to deal with the new problem at hand...the spectres walking toward him...Yet another situation he wasn't sure how to deal with. He began backing away, when he remembered the knife in his pocket. Roma's gonna hate me for this, but what else can i do? He thought to himself, pulling the knife out.
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