Chapter Eight: The Deathmatch
Cynder opened her eyes slowly. She still felt pain in her head from the attack. It was then that she remembered the wolf and the other Skylanders. She couldn’t help but wonder if they had gotten away from the wolf. She wondered if she had been able to get the creature away long enough for them to find some way to escape. But then her mind began to wonder again. She now wondered who had taken her and put her wherever she was now. She guessed Deathmatch was responsible. She wasn’t surprised if it was him. And just as she finished that one thought, she heard the eerie voice behind her.
“What’s the matter, Cynder?” asked the voice of the Dark Elf. “Are you hurt? Did I finally hurt the monstrous Black Dragoness who so terribly wishes to forget her past and become a Skylander? Oh, I am so sorry. You see, it was hard for me to come up with that idea. I thank Kaos for helping me. I believe you defeated him in the maze, and I’m not surprised. I would have terminated our contract as soon as this was over anyway. I wouldn’t have killed him, though. But when it comes to killing you or one of your Skylander friends, that’s a whole different story. You see, you weren’t supposed to find our smuggling operation down in the Underworld. You just became lucky. And it was especially fortunate that it was you who found it all! After all, who better to do it than someone who has gone through the Darkness and experienced its raw power? You are special, and yet, you wish to remain normal! You wish to become a small little freak and help others! When I learned you wanted to become a Skylander, you wouldn’t believe how angry I was! I still remember you from the good ol’ days! And so, you can imagine how the change affected me so much. But it no longer matters. It no longer matters. Things will change once more. I will make them change, and when it is all over, I shall carry on the legacy of the Dark Master, of Malefor! He was defeated, yes, and now it is believed he is dead, thanks to Hex, who I believe is now your friend. I see Malefor left a scar under your eye. It looks a little bad here in this dark light. Would you mind if I try to help you with it? I can help you with a few things just before you die, Cynder. I want to help you. And I want you to help me in return. How does that sound? Are you interested? Would you like to join me again, or are you going to keep being a freak and put everything behind you?”
“I’ll never help you!” Cynder yelled at him. She realized there was a chain around her neck. She couldn’t feel it as much as she would if her choker wasn’t there. She felt pain in the one leg that Malefor had broken. “I would much rather die than help you with anything, Deathmatch!”
“Then how about giving me information on the Skylanders? Would you mind giving me as much information as you can? I know there are some things you know that I can use for later. Now give them to me!” The last five words were spoken in a deeper tone, and suddenly Cynder felt all her breath go out of her as she was punched in the chest. She coughed, and spit flew everywhere. She wouldn’t have been surprised if there was blood mixed in with all the spit, but she couldn’t see in the dark.
Once more she was punched in the chest, and then in the face. She felt hot blood streaming down her face. She heard the blood drip on the floor. Her pain was becoming truly unbearable. If Deathmatch was going to kill her, then she decided that she would allow him to kill her. She would not give up any information about the Skylanders. She believed she didn’t know much, but her eyes widened when she realized she did know some things she didn’t even remember hearing before. She was unsure of how that was possible. Her vision began flickering once more. She couldn’t take the terrible pain anymore. It was too much.
And suddenly…everything went black.
Spyro opened his eyes, feeling pain in the side of his head. He couldn’t believe the way in which they’d been knocked unconscious. He observed his surroundings. It seemed like he was in some sort of dungeon. It was filthy, and tiny rats were scrambling everywhere. Spyro felt sick.
He looked around for the other Skylanders and found them behind him. Some of them were grunting and groaning. He was relieved that none of them had been severely injured. He saw Hex was back up and floating, rubbing her chest. She did not seem to be in too much pain, even though she’d been the one hit by the black orb harder than anyone. She’d taken the full force of it, and yet she did not seem to be the in the worst pain. It relieved Spyro even more. But Cynder came to his mind. She wasn’t there, and even after looking around the whole dungeon, she was still gone. It scared him. He saw Sunburn and Sonic Boom and went over to them. They both had serious expressions on their faces. They seemed to want to know where Cynder was, too. Sonic Boom was the first to speak.
“Where’s Cynder?” she asked. She was the most concerned, it seemed, other than Spyro himself. “Do you know if she is okay or not?”
“No,” Spyro replied honestly. “I’m unsure if she’s somewhere else, or if she’s down here in the dungeons. If she is, we need to find her. I need to know if she’s hurt.”
Sonic Boom was shaking. Sunburn attempted to comfort her, but he was unsuccessful. She was too scared. She wanted Cynder to be okay. She counted her as her best friend already, even if Cynder didn’t count her as hers. She believed Cynder needed friends, and she was one of them. She didn’t want to leave her behind.
Spyro looked over to Hex. She was still rubbing her chest. “Are you doing okay, Hex?” he asked. “You seem to have been hit pretty hard by that orb. Do you know what it was made of?”
“It was made of dark magic,” she replied. “And yes, I’m okay. I’ve felt a lot worse before. Do you know where Cynder is?”
Spyro shook his head. He was happy to hear that she, too, was concerned for Cynder. Now all they needed to do was find her, and then, at least, some things would go back to normal, or so he believed.
Suddenly a hidden door over in one corner opened up. In the doorway stood a heavily-muscled Dark Elf. He seemed to be a brute. Veins popped out on his gray-black skin, and he was growling. But Spyro wasn’t scared by the sight of him. He’d seen worse things in his short lifetime.
But then Deathmatch appeared. He was holding a chain, and the chain seemed to be moving. But Spyro believed it was only moving due to Deathmatch’s own movement. Deathmatch was smiling, and right then and there Spyro knew something bad was about to happen. If the Dark Elf leader was smiling, it was a bad sign. Spyro swallowed and found his throat dry.
“Hello, Skylanders,” Deathmatch greeted them. “I see you’re all waking up, and I’m glad. I want you all to be awake so I can show you something. But before I continue on, I must tell you how disappointed I am to have seen how…powerless you all were when we took you in here.” Spyro opened his mouth to speak, but Deathmatch cut him off. “I know, little Purple Dragon. You’re wondering where Cynder is, aren’t you? Don’t you worry! We’ll find her soon enough. Actually, maybe you don’t have to wait too long at all!” Deathmatch pulled on the chain hard as he laughed. Suddenly Cynder appeared. From the looks of it, she’d been beaten. Spyro couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw what Deathmatch had done. The cut under her eye was now bleeding, blood dripped from her nose, and her face was bruised. Tears were in her eyes. “She gave me all the information I needed on you Skylanders. She probably wasn’t supposed to give it, but she did anyway, and now I know everything I need to know! Here, take her! I don’t have any use for her anymore!” He threw Cynder at Spyro. Spyro let her fall on him, wanting to soften her fall. Deathmatch left closed the door, still laughing.
Cynder was whimpering. She looked at all the Skylanders there. Many of them were staring at her with anger. Slam Bam’s anger seemed to be the worst of them all.
“Look at what you’ve done now, you little freak!” he exclaimed at her. “You just gave everything away to one of our enemies! Don’t you even dare to defend yourself! No matter what you attempt to say, let me just tell you, I don’t give a crap!”
He stomped away in deep anger. Spyro looked to Cynder. She was beginning to cry. Sonic Boom and Sunburn came over to them. Hex, Trigger Happy, and Gill Grunt did, too.
“Are you okay, Cynder?” Sonic Boom asked.
“You hate me, don’t you?” Cynder asked her. “I gave all the information away to him. Now he knows everything.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Spyro said. “From what I can see, Deathmatch beat you. You did nothing wrong, Cynder.” He smiled at her. Cynder didn’t smile on the outside, but he could tell she was grateful for his words.
“Here, Cynder,” Sunburn said. “Let me wipe the blood away from your cut. It doesn’t look too bad.”
“I tried so hard, and I failed, and yet you guys aren’t mad at me,” Cynder said. “I don’t completely understand. Why would you help me so much when I caused you so much pain and gave it all away to Deathmatch?”
“You didn’t do it willingly,” Hex explained. “I know that for a fact. You’re an amazing Dragoness, Cynder. I’ve been able to see that since our fight in the Underworld. And now we’ve come this far. We should finish it, and we will. Do you agree?”
Cynder nodded. She looked to Spyro, who was still smiling at her. It was a calming moment, Cynder believed.
“How sweet,” came a voice from behind Cynder. She gasped and whirled around to find Deathmatch standing there. He’d come out of nowhere. She hadn’t even heard someone move. The Dark Elf was smiling in an evil way at them. “I’m glad you still have friends here to help you, Cynder. I want you to be strong. I want you to be able to continue on. I want to fight you and kill you. And it seems I’ll be getting my wish.” He laughed, and then charged right at Spyro. He kicked the Purple Dragon across the floor of the dungeon.
Spyro groaned as he got back up. Hex and the others were about to do something when Deathmatch looked back at them and said, “Do anything, and I will kill him!” That made them stop what they were doing. It hurt them to see Spyro being hurt.
Deathmatch kicked Spyro again. He picked him up by the throat and punched him in the chest and abdomen. Spyro felt all the air go out of him almost at once. It was a painful feeling. As Deathmatch punched him again, Spyro wished it would all just stop. Cynder felt many tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t take it. As Spyro was punched again and again until blood dripped from his mouth, Cynder looked deep inside herself and decided it was time she revealed it.
Spyro was punched one more time and Deathmatch held back a fist to punch him again. “STOP IT!” Cynder yelled, making Deathmatch and Spyro look at her. Tears streamed down her face. She couldn’t take the sight of Spyro being beaten, it seemed.
Deathmatch threw Spyro on the ground and looked right at Cynder. A smile formed on his face once more. “What is it, Cynder?” he asked. “Are you really defending him? Why is that, may I ask?”
Cynder could hold it back no longer. She had to say it.
“Because…I love him.”
The words came out of her mouth before she knew it. She began crying more because of it. Deathmatch’s eyes suddenly widened, as did the Skylanders’ eyes around them. They all stared between Spyro, Cynder, and Deathmatch.
“What do you mean by this?” Deathmatch asked her.
“I’ve held it back for a long time,” she replied. “I didn’t know how to say it. He is someone I can trust. I trust him more than anyone. I just never knew how to say it, because I didn’t want to have my heart broken. I’m sorry, Spyro. I should have told you sooner. I just didn’t know how to put it.”
Deathmatch growled. He was ready to punch Spyro again, and then to punch Cynder. But he held his fists back from doing so. He was then gone in a puff of smoke. When he had vanished, Spyro went over to Cynder. She was near-sobbing.
“I’m so sorry I never told you, Spyro,” she said. “I should have so much earlier. You probably don’t—” Spyro silenced her.
“It’s alright, Cynder,” he said. “I know how you feel.”
“How do you know?” Cynder asked.
“Because I love you, too,” he told her. Her eyes widened this time. “I’ve been holding it back, as well. I can see why you held it all back for so long, and I appreciate that.” He smiled at her. She hugged him tightly, and he returned it. “I will make sure to get us out of here. I will find some way to get out of this dungeon.”
“But how?” Cynder asked. “There’s no way out, other than that hidden door. But Deathmatch is behind that, and I don’t have enough strength to blast it open.”
“It’s okay,” Sunburn said. “We’ll find some way.” He smiled at them both.
He and Sonic Boom understood that their love for one another was real, and they both knew how it felt. They wanted the both of them to be happy, and the one way they would be making sure of that was to help them get out of the dungeon.
“So when did you first feel—you know?” Spyro asked Cynder.
“Around a week after you saved me,” she replied. “I felt like you were someone I could trust, and while I kept thinking of that, I found that I had some feelings for you. It’s been hard to hold them back. I’ve been wanting to reveal them for so long, but I had those doubts in my mind about you loving me back. It was that kind of thing, if you know what I mean.”
“I do,” Spyro said. He nuzzled her, and she returned it like she had with the hug. The both of them were happy they had finally found true love. But now, they thought, they would have to get out of the dungeon. Spyro looked at Cynder. He smiled when he saw her sapphire-blue eyes. “Your eyes have always been so beautiful,” he complimented. “When I kept thinking of loving you, your eyes kept coming back. Your eyes are one of the main reasons why I never had second thoughts. They were one of the main reasons why I believed I would never stop loving you. That, and your natural beauty.”
Cynder hugged him again, this time harder. The night seemed to wear on. The other Skylanders, besides those with Spyro and Cynder, seemed to keep away from them, feeling strange and different.
Later on, as Spyro and Cynder lay by one another, Cynder realized something.
“Spyro, I know a way we can get out of here,” she said. “I know a way we can get the heck out of here.”
“How?” Spyro asked.
“We need to get Deathmatch to appear again,” she told him. “It’s the only way. If we get him to appear again, we can fight him and cause him to accidentally free us with one of his attacks. And then we can have Sunburn and the others occupy him while we go and find Emily and the rest of the Mabu. Once that’s done, we’ll confront Deathmatch for the last time, defeat him, and then we can return to the village. Does it sound good to you, or do you think something more should be done?”
“It sounds good,” Spyro told her. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t think it would be right if that happens. Know what I mean?”
“I know, Spyro,” Cynder told him. “But we have to. It’s one of the only ways. I don’t know many more than that. It’s the only thought that comes clearly during a lot of this, because I’m so tired. We need to try this, and if it doesn’t work, then we can try something else. I just don’t know what else we’re supposed to do!”
“Spyro, Cynder’s right,” Sunburn told him. “If we get Deathmatch to appear, Sonic Boom and I can hold him off.” Sonic Boom nodded her approval behind him. She was obviously in on it.
“I’ll help out with this,” Trigger Happy volunteered.
“So will I,” Gill Grunt said.
“And I,” Hex told them.
“And so will I,” came Stealth Elf’s voice. She then came into their line of vision. “I don’t blame you for what happened, Cynder. You seem to have tried to get away from it. That is why I will help you all.”
Spyro looked to Cynder and sighed. “So are we going to do this?” he asked.
Cynder nodded. “We are,” she replied.
Their plan was ready to be put into action. Spyro and Cynder were the most apprehensive about it. Although it had been Cynder who’d come up with the idea, she was now wondering if it was a good idea now. She didn’t want to be any more hurt than she already had been. And Spyro didn’t want such a thing to happen, either. Sonic Boom and Sunburn could tell their love for one another caused them to be more concerned for each other. They believed that was a good thing, and they understood the reason for that. They just hoped their plan would end in a good way. They couldn’t think of what would happen if everything blew up right in their faces. They hoped Deathmatch would be unable to see past their whole ruse.
This is sort of insane, Cynder thought to herself. I want to survive this. I want to go back to the Ruins and remain with Spyro for good, but with Deathmatch still around, we need to make sure all this works. That’s why it’s so darn insane! Deathmatch is a lot smarter than he looks. I know that from a little bit of experience. When I tried to stop him that one time, I was stupid, and now I have learned from my mistake. I am grateful about that. I am grateful about Spyro loving me even despite my many mistakes. I am still amazed that he would do such a thing.
“Spyro,” she said. He turned his head to look at her. He smiled. “Are you scared?”
“A little,” he replied. “Why? Are you?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I’m unsure if this will really work. It seems a little impossible, if you know what I mean. Deathmatch is smarter than he might seem. I know that from a lot of experience. We should all know that, because he outsmarted us that one time. I just want this to finally work. I want to get out of here. I can’t think of being stuck here. Do you think I’m overreacting at all?”
“No,” Spyro said. “I understand the way your fears are. I’ve felt this way before. I don’t want to speak of it right now, because I don’t want to hurt you, if you know what I mean.” Cynder nodded. He was talking about her when she’d been corrupted. “When this is over, we can go back to the Ruins. If you don’t wish to be a Skylander, I understand. Wherever you go, I’ll go with you, because I don’t want to leave your side.” He nuzzled her. They wanted to share a kiss, but just as their minds got to it, Sunburn and Sonic Boom came over to them. On their faces were serious expressions.
“Do you think it’s time?” Sunburn asked Spyro. “Should we summon Deathmatch?”
“Yes,” Cynder told them. “I’m not sure how we should do it. I mean, he showed up without us even realizing it last time. When we finally realized it, he started beating Spyro. I just hope he doesn’t attempt to do the same thing this time. I want to catch him by surprise.”
“Isn’t it too late for that?” came the voice. Spyro, Cynder, and the others suddenly saw Deathmatch standing in front of them. He was smiling, which all of them knew was a very bad sign. “I am so glad you’ve become a couple, Spyro and Cynder. I just wish the relationship could last longer. But bad news: I’m going to kill you both. You won’t know what happened until it is too late. All your friends might be saddened, but why should I give a crap? I am, as you say, evil. And in my opinion, that is a good thing.” He raised his right hand, and in his palm appeared the same orb of dark magic used to knock Spyro and the others unconscious. Spyro’s eyes widened as soon as he saw it.
But Sunburn was quick, and he let out a burst of his Phoenix Fire. Deathmatch yelped as soon as he felt his cloak catch fire. The Phoenix Fire did not stay on the cloak much longer than that, and it was extinguished. But Sonic Boom was next, and as she released her sonic scream, Spyro, Cynder, and all the others were forced to cover their ears. They saw Deathmatch prepare to use the orb of dark magic. Cynder guessed it was her turn. She breathed Electricity right at Deathmatch. The Dark Elf threw the orb, but it hit the cell doors instead. Smoke filled everyone’s line of vision. Everyone coughed and waved their hand in front of their face in order to get the smoke away from their mouths and out of their lungs. When the smoke finally cleared, Spyro saw that Cynder was unharmed. Deathmatch was stumbling around, dazed from the many attacks he’d just suffered through. Spyro and Cynder saw their chance to escape, and took it. As they left, Spyro turned to the other Skylanders to speak to them about what they were doing.
“Cynder and I are going to go and find the Mabu,” he explained. “Deathmatch must be—” He looked over to where Deathmatch had once stood, but he was now gone. Fear poked into his heart in a very bad way. “We need to go. Come on, Cynder.”
They ran out of the room. Sunburn, Sonic Boom, Stealth Elf, Gill Grunt, and Trigger Happy ran after them. All they needed to do was find the Mabu, free them, and then escape the castle along with the other Skylanders. Spyro and Cynder hoped Deathmatch wouldn’t come after them too quickly.
“I can’t believe our plan failed!” Trigger Happy lamented. “It was all planned out so beautifully, and then it failed! Why did Deathmatch take that one specific time to appear out of nowhere? How is he able to do that in the first place? It makes no sense!”
“There are a couple of things I should tell you,” Hex said. “Deathmatch is able to do what he does because he is an Elf. He may be a Dark Elf, but all almost all Elves can teleport. Stealth Elf already can, and so that should be a prime example for you. And then I am going to tell you that the plan did not truly fail. We were able to do what we could. But, going back to what I said about Deathmatch’s teleportation ability, he was just able to come back at a time when we weren’t expecting it. We did all we could, Trigger Happy. Now we just need to be careful. We don’t know where he might have gone.”
They looked through the dungeon, hoping to find the Mabu very soon. But it was hard, and Cynder was growing tired of searching. Her heart was still thumping. And then she heard the whimper.
Looking over into a half-hidden cell, she found a little Mabu girl sitting in a corner, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was sobbing. Her clothes were torn and dirty. Cynder didn’t know if the little girl was Emily or not, but she believed it was best to try.
“Emily?” she asked. The little girl lifted her head up. She smiled a little. She was grateful to see Cynder. “Are you okay, Emily? I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you that day, and I’m really sorry about that.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Cynder,” Emily replied. “I don’t blame you for anything. Would you helping me out of this cell?”
“I don’t think I can, but I might have a friend who can help you.” Cynder turned around and called out, “Hex, can you come here? We need you.” Hex came to them. “Can you blast this cell open? Just be careful.”
Hex nodded. A Phantom Orb appeared in her hand. She threw it at the cell’s doors. They blew open. Emily shielded herself as pieces of the wall came flying at her.
Not long after, the rest of the Mabu were found. Almost all of them were unharmed. Some had been hurt, but none too seriously. The only one who had died had been old and withered. Everyone said he’d been near the end of his days, anyway. Spyro and Cynder were relieved when they heard this. They were happy to have found everyone else. When they came to the end of the hall near where they’d been held, Spyro and Cynder found the rest of the Skylanders standing there, staring at them. Many of them seemed apprehensive, but when they saw the Mabu, many of their faces softened. But Slam Bam’s face still had the expression of anger on it, all directed at Cynder. Spyro didn’t like it, but he decided it wasn’t best to go through an argument.
“All right,” Spyro said. “We’re going to get out of here. Do any of you know the way to the front?” Spyro directed the question at the Mabu. But they all shook their heads. Spyro sighed and looked to Cynder. “We need to find our way to the front. Is there anyway you can help?”
“No, not really,” Cynder admitted. “I’m not sure how we can get through this place without running into danger. I hate to say it, but with Deathmatch still around, I don’t know how we can get through without trouble coming our way and finding us.”
Spyro nodded. He started off in the direction none of them had gone down yet as quick as he could. Cynder did her best to keep up. It was hard for her, as her limp still proved to be a challenge when it came to quickening her pace. Spyro turned around to look at her and stopped for a moment. He seemed a little concerned.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. “I can stop going so fast, if you wish.”
“No,” Cynder said. “It’s not that. It’s just hard for me. This limp has never helped me, and it probably never will. But let’s get off that subject for a minute. We just need to get closer to our exit. When we find the exit, we can get the heck out of here, and then get back to camp.” Spyro nodded at her as she finished.
Soon after they found they were quite close to their exit, and soon they saw the door that would allow them to get out of there. It made hope flutter in their hearts.
But just as they came quite close, out of nowhere, Deathmatch appeared. His expression was that of deep anger, and while his smiling was a bad thing, for him to be shaking with hatred was something else. It was something even worse than his smile. Spyro and Cynder felt a little fear, and the both of them looked to one another, hoping their fight would go their way.
“It’s time I kill you all,” Deathmatch exclaimed. “I have been waiting for this, and now my moment has finally come! I will become the greatest evil in Skylands! That title once might have belonged to Malefor, but he is gone, and I believe him dead. Now it is time to kill you all. Goodbye, Spyro and Cynder. Your love for one another started tonight, and it is here that it will end! I hope you both feel terrible pain as I kill you.” He laughed emotionlessly, and then sent one of the orbs of dark magic at them. The Skylanders scattered as soon as he did so. They all knew the power of the attack now, and they were wanting to be careful.
Cynder saw that Deathmatch’s back was now turned to her. She saw her chance, and zapped him with all the power she had. He yelped out in pain, and then whirled around. When he saw Cynder, he threw another orb as quickly as he could. Cynder hadn’t been expecting it, and she was thrown back into a stone wall. It was quite painful. She felt warm blood dripping down to her feet. Spyro saw this, and he became angry when he saw her injured.
“Didn’t I tell you that you both would be dying tonight?” Deathmatch asked him. “It was only a matter of time before I landed a hit. And now, I’m going to finish her o—HOLY CRAP!” He screamed in deep pain as he was struck with another blast of Electricity by Cynder. He was now bleeding from a wound in his chest. Deathmatch couldn’t believe that she had hit her so hard. He’d believed her to be quite weak. But now he could see that he stood corrected. He couldn’t stand it. He wanted to be the one who got everything right. He didn’t want to be left out of everything. He would kill Cynder right then and there, and nothing would be able to stop him. He raised his hand once more to hit her with his dark magic, but she zapped him again, and this time Spyro joined in with his Fire. He screamed once more, as the pain was unbearable. He was thrown back into a storage room near the exit. When he hit the ground, the stone floor cracked. Parts of the floor collapsed, leading into a dark hole below.
At the same time, Deathmatch found himself on top of a large wooden box. He got off it, picked it up, and threw it with as much force as he could muster. It hurt, but he succeeded in doing so. But the box broke and splintered all around, hitting no one. Not even the splinters hit a person. Cynder came up with an idea. She knew it was crazy, but she believed it might just work. She ran in front of the splintered box. When the box had splintered, stakes had formed. Cynder decided to let Deathmatch come at her. When Deathmatch saw her, he decided to attack.
He ran at her with full force. However, he did not realize her trick, and when he came closer to her, he jumped into the air, ready to come down on her. But she dodged out of the way. Deathmatch came down on the stakes. One of them pierced his heart, and he began sputtering. Blood dripped from his mortal wound. Cynder came back into his line of vision. He grabbed for her throat, being able to do so. Spyro came to her defense, but Deathmatch let go of Cynder as soon as he realized he no longer had the strength to constrict her.
“How is this possible?” he rasped. “I was supposed to kill all of you. How did you outsmart me?”
“Maybe because you’re not as smart as you believed,” Cynder said. “Or maybe because love overcomes all types of evil. Since these are your last moments, I’d suggest those be your last thoughts.”
As soon as she finished, Deathmatch said to her, “I think I might have the last laugh.” He didn’t smile. “Goodbye, you little freak.”
His body burst into black light, and when the light cleared, Deathmatch was gone. On the stake where his body had been was only blood, as well as a pool of it down on the ground where he had once stood.
Cynder opened her mouth to say something to Spyro, but suddenly the entire castle rumbled. Stone pillars fell apart around them, causing the ceiling to fall apart above them. “Oh crap,” Cynder said. “It was like Deathmatch meant for this to happen. We need to get out of here! NOW!”
She, Spyro, the Mabu, and the Skylanders ran as fast as they could. Sunburn blasted the front doors open. As Spyro went through the opening created by his blast, he looked back at Cynder. He was ready for her to come out. Looking around, he saw all the Skylanders had come out, as had some of the Mabu. But when he looked to her, he saw part of the ceiling had fallen down right in front of her. She tried to get out, but another piece came right down, and Spyro could no longer see her. Tears filled his eyes. “CYNDER!” he yelled. But then the entire castle crumbled down around him and the others. He couldn’t believe it. Cynder was dead.