The fight continue

The room was dimly lit, with only the embers from the explosive arrows, the flaming phantom, and the flicker of his own sword casting eerie shadows across the stone walls. Ethan could feel the weight of the situation pressing on him.

He gripped his sword tightly, looking at each mutant as they moved in closer. The Wither Skeleton stood at the center, To its left, the Explosive Skeleton, holding an arrow drawn tightly in his bow, And circling above, the Fiery Phantom flying in the room.

"Alright, Ethan," he muttered to himself, trying to steady his racing heart. "Three of them, one of me… I've faced worse odds."

The Wither Skeleton let out a low growl, the fire of its blade casting a glow across its skull. It charge forward, and Ethan barely managed to parry, the force of the blow vibrating up his arms.

"Come on, big guy. That the best you've got?" he taunted, though his voice was not that confident.

As the Wither Skeleton pressed him back with relentless swings, the Explosive Skeleton took aim, launching a rain of arrows. Ethan dodged left, narrowly missing one as it whizzed past his ear. It exploded against the wall behind him, showering him with stone and smoke.

"Watch where you're aiming, bonehead!" Ethan shouted, shifting his focus from the Wither Skeleton for just a split second, long enough to see the Fiery Phantom dive down, spitting a jet of flames toward him.

Ethan rolled to the side, gritting his teeth as the intense heat grazed him, singeing the edge of his armor. He could feel himself weakening, every dodge, every blow was taking its toll.

The Wither Skeleton was back in his face, swinging with brutal force. Ethan blocked, the clash of their blades sending a shower of sparks into the air. He took a quick breath, then tried to swing low, aiming for the creature's legs, but it sidestepped with surprising agility, countering with a swipe that nearly knocked Ethan off balance.

"I don't have time for this!" Ethan growled, frustration simmering beneath his exhaustion. He stole a glance at the Fiery Phantom, which was circling lower now, watching him with a predatory glint.

He had an idea. If he could just use the small space to his advantage…

With a sudden feint, he pulled back, luring the Wither Skeleton closer while keeping his eye on the Explosive Skeleton. Sure enough, the skeleton notched another arrow, drawing back its bow and aiming at him. Ethan took a risk, waiting until the last second, and then dove to the side, letting the arrow sail past him, right into the Wither Skeleton's chest.

The arrow exploded on impact, sending the Wither Skeleton stumbling back, pieces of its armor cracked and smoldering.

"Gotcha!" Ethan shouted, a brief spark of hope lighting his eyes.

But his relief was short-lived. The Wither Skeleton shook off the damage, straightening with a furious growl. Before Ethan could react, the Fiery Phantom lunged down at him again, its flames scorching the air around them.

"Stay still, you flaming nuisance!" Ethan shouted, swinging his sword at the Phantom. This time, his blade connected, slicing through its blazing form.

But instead of dissipating, the Phantom split into two, each half now a smaller version of the original, their flames burning just as fiercely.

Ethan's eyes widened. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me… You're like a Magma cube!"

The two Phantoms darted around him in circles, each taking turns diving at him with bursts of flame. Ethan swatted at them, managing to drive one back, but the other swooped down, grazing his arm and leaving a searing burn.

"Alright, alright, enough of this!" he muttered, desperately trying to keep his footing. His armor felt heavier with each passing second, his energy draining as the fight wore on. The room was too small, too enclosed. Every movement felt restricted, every breath harder to catch. The Phantoms' fire had heated the air to an unbearable level.

He looked back at the Wither Skeleton, which was still recovering from the explosive arrow but watching him with a murderous gleam in its eye. The Explosive Skeleton grinned, drawing another arrow.

"Come on, then!" Ethan shouted, raising his sword. "Let's finish this!"

The Explosive Skeleton fired, and this time, Ethan moved quickly, using the moment to maneuver the Wither Skeleton into the line of fire. The arrow exploded on the Wither Skeleton again, this time sending fragments of bone flying across the room.

Yet, the creature barely staggered, its skeletal face twisted in rage.

"Is that all you've got?" Ethan taunted, though his voice wavered. He could feel his own strength waning, the fire in his lungs, his muscles heavy and aching.

The Wither Skeleton, undeterred, charged at him with a vicious slash. Ethan dodged to the side, but the creature's blade grazed his arm, searing through his armor and leaving a painful cut beneath.

Gritting his teeth, Ethan swung his sword, landing a blow on the creature's shoulder, but it seemed to barely notice. The Phantoms, meanwhile, had regrouped, circling around him again, each one ready to strike.

Ethan's mind raced. He knew he had to think quickly or he'd be overwhelmed. He glanced at the cracked walls and then back at the mutants. There was no time to lose.

In a desperate move, he sprinted towards the Explosive Skeleton, ducking beneath its arrow as it fired. As he closed the distance, he drove his sword into its his rib bone, but the skeleton twisted away, raising its bow to deliver another point-blank shot.

Before it could release, Ethan kicked out, knocking the skeleton back. The impact sent it stumbling, giving him just enough time to turn and block an incoming strike from the Wither Skeleton. He pushed back with all his strength, his muscles screaming as he held his ground.

The Fiery Phantoms took advantage of the moment, diving toward him from either side. Ethan spun, slashing at one with a desperate swing, but the other managed to slip past his guard, its flames leaving a scorch mark across his back.

Panting, Ethan backed away, his vision blurring. He was weakening, outnumbered, and outmaneuvered. His breaths came in ragged gasps, the intense heat and the ceaseless attacks taking their toll.

The Wither Skeleton let out a menacing growl, raising its burning sword for what looked to be a final blow. Ethan tightened his grip, summoning every ounce of strength he had left. He couldn't give up, not now.

"Come on, then," he muttered, raising his sword. "Let's end this!"

The three mutants closed in, each one ready to deliver the killing blow. Ethan braced himself, his heart pounding as he prepared for what could be his last stand.

In a final stand, he lunged forward, aiming his sword at the Wither Skeleton's chest, but the creature sidestepped, knocking him back with a powerful strike. Ethan stumbled, barely managing to keep his footing as the Phantoms closed in.

For a moment, he thought this was it, the end.

But as the mutants circled him, something inside him reignited. A spark of determination flared, pushing him to his limits. He couldn't let these creatures win. Not after everything he'd been through.

With a fierce battle cry, Ethan charged forward, his sword swinging in a last-ditch effort. The mutants met his attack with equal ferocity, their flames and arrows filling the room with an inferno of destruction.

The room echoed with the sounds of their brutal clash, each strike sending shockwaves through the stone walls. The fight going on, the air thick with smoke and fire, each side refusing to stop.