*VIOLENCE WARNING*
Ralph stood in front of his fellow students, a chain link fence rising up from the ground, isolating Ralph from the other students as Monokuma backed away, holding a remote control. Monokuma began to sweat, pressing the button. Out of the floor spring several wires and razor sharp grappling devices made for hooking Ralph up for the execution.
Ralph took several arrows in his bow and fired at the tendrils that came to claim him. Each one was stopped before they could reach him. Sparks and bolts flew as they fell lifeless to the ground and or pinned to the walls.
Monokuma’s face grew red as he tapped the button many times, over and over again. Out of the stands, which were previously shrouded by thick red curtains sprang an army of assassin dressed robots, wearing black hoods with monokuma’s grins. Ralph’s eyes widened as he swung into action, attacking each and every robot with his arrows, stabbing and slashing, through eyes, chests, wires and oil spewed. It was a war
Monokuma kept hitting the button until it short circuited and broke, the bear closing his fists in rage. Ralph slashed and gashed many of them, the robots beginning to drive their razor sharp talons into his arms and legs. Painstakingly, Ralph climbed to life like a rope and held through. His blood began to mix with the oil on the ground as his archer’s Hood was torn clean in two. This went on for several more seconds, his baited breath becoming slings of anger.
Monokuma seemed to be outraged, pulling a giant red button from behind his back with a big skull symbol on it. It jumped on the button with his weight, hitting it down. Out from behind the stands crashed a giant machine with four arms. It wheeled over to Ralph, who was now beginning to turn dark purple in panic. The robot’s hands carried four large broadswords. In a swift movement it dug the swords into Ralph’s hands and feet, making him scream in horror.
He was hoisted up by the swords, acting almost as a crucifix, bringing him off the ground and into the air. A huge arsenal of arrows loaded on the robot as the missile silo like storage of arrows positioned itself right behind Ralph
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He looked down at the crowd, who gazed at him in horror. He saw those that betrayed him, filling with despair. What good was a guardian that couldn’t protect his own?
Then it started. The arrows from the silo sling into his back, the bombardment sending fountains of blood out of his body and shooting all over the floor. The arrows didn’t stop, each one splitting the last dozen again, and again, and AGAIN!! More arrows! More blood! Over and over! It didn’t stop, even when Ralph appeared nearly dead, they kept firing, each shot more gruesome than the last. The silo was finishing it’s payload, getting to the last few arrows, which were in fact: giant razor sharp spears with Monokuma’s horrid smile on it.
In one last shot, the final spears fired into him, his body all but disintegrating, his blood and tiny pieces of flesh, bones, and muscles littered across the room, splashi g through the chain linked fence and washing over some bystanders of the crowd with blood, Paeon was hit the worst with Ralph’s blood, his hand soaking in the fluid.
The only thing left of Ralph was a lone arrow, that fluttered gently to the ground, before the quiver itself turned red with blood
