CHAPTER 2.2 I GUESS

Fishpu's exasperated sigh was drowned out by the sounds of battle as Sarah charged forward, her resolve unyielding, her determination unshakeable. And in that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Fishpu couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his fiercely loyal friend.

For in a world where danger lurked around every corner, where darkness threatened to consume them whole, Sarah stood as a beacon of courage and strength, ready to fight for what she believed in, no matter the cost.

And as Fishpu watched her charge into battle, he knew one thing for certain: with friends like Sarah by his side, they just might stand a chance against whatever horrors awaited them in Death Valley Forest.

As Sarah charged into battle, Fishpu's heart clenched with worry and admiration. He knew Sarah's bravery was both a blessing and a curse. While her fearlessness often led them to victory, it also put her in constant danger. Fishpu couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being able to protect her better.

"Sarah, wait!" Fishpu called out, his voice tinged with concern as he hurried to catch up with her. "Don't go alone, we need to stick together."

But Sarah's determination was unwavering as she faced off against the demons, her fists raised in defiance. "I can handle myself, Fishpu," she replied, her eyes blazing with determination. "We can't let them get away."

Fishpu clenched his jaw, torn between his desire to keep Sarah safe and his need to help Junnu. He knew she was right—they couldn't let the demons escape. But the thought of Sarah risking her life in battle made his stomach churn with worry.

"We need to be careful," Fishpu muttered to Moosie and Annie, who had joined them at Sarah's side. "These demons are dangerous. We can't afford to underestimate them."

Moosie nodded grimly, his eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of danger. "Agreed. We need to watch each other's backs and stay focused. We can't let our emotions cloud our judgment."

Annie's hands trembled slightly as she glanced at Junnu's unconscious form, her expression filled with concern. "I just hope Junnu will be okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't lose him too."

Fishpu's heart ached at the sight of Junnu's battered body, but he pushed aside his grief, focusing on the task at hand. "We'll get him out of here safely, Annie," he said firmly, his voice tinged with determination. "But first, we need to deal with these demons."

With renewed resolve, Fishpu and his companions launched themselves into battle, their movements swift and coordinated. Despite the odds stacked against them, they fought with everything they had, refusing to back down in the face of danger.

As the battle raged on, Fishpu felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins, driving him forward. He fought with a fierce determination, his mind focused on nothing but the task at hand. With each blow he landed, he felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that he was protecting his friends and fighting for what he believed in.

But amidst the chaos of battle, Fishpu couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that lingered in the back of his mind. Despite their best efforts, could they truly defeat the demons and save Junnu? Or were they doomed to fail, destined to become nothing more than another tragedy in the dark depths of Death Valley Forest?