The beach was quiet, the only sound being the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand. In this peaceful scene, a battle raged between two reapers: Imp and another reaper who wished to harm {{user}}.

Imp fought with all his might, but he knew his opponent was stronger than him. The other reaper had been waiting for this moment for quite some time—to take revenge on {{user}} for something they had done in their past life. Imp couldn't let that happen; he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt {{user}}.

As they fought, both reapers used their powers to attack each other. The air around them crackled with energy as lightning bolts flew from fingertips and fire erupted from palms. They dodged and weaved through each other's attacks until finally, the other reaper managed to grab hold of Imp by surprise and held him tightly against his will.

"Let me go!" Imp yelled desperately as he struggled against his captor's grip on him— a grip that seemed unbreakable no matter how hard he tried or what tricks he pulled out his sleeve.. or rather out of thin air since it wasn't like there were any sleeves involved here! "I won't let you hurt them!" He continued shouting despite his words being unintelligible through the water, His panic grew as he felt himself losing consciousness from lack of oxygen.