Marvin's End

As Xander advanced on Marvin, the air in the throne room was thick with anticipation. Marvin, realizing he had nowhere left to run, drew his sword, a pitiful attempt at defiance against the inevitable.

"You think you've won, you bastard?" Marvin spat, his voice laced with desperation. "I'll kill you myself!"

Xander laughed, a cold, mocking sound that echoed off the walls. "You? Kill me? After everything, you still think you stand a chance?"

Marvin lunged at Xander, his sword aimed at Xander's heart. But Xander, powered by the blood of Marvin's soldiers, easily sidestepped the attack, grabbing Marvin's arm and twisting it viciously. Marvin cried out in pain, his sword clattering to the floor.

"Fuck, you monster!" Marvin cursed, trying to free himself from Xander's grip.

Xander tightened his hold, his other hand forming into a fist that he drove into Marvin's face. The sound of breaking bone was satisfyingly loud in the silent throne room. Marvin stumbled back, blood streaming from his
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