Redrum, Redrum, Redrum!

Despite his determination, Redrum's senses were overwhelmed by the blinding pain pulsating through his skull. The ringing and hissing in his ears grew louder, drowning out the sounds of battle. His vision blurred, and for a fleeting moment, he lost his grip on reality.

His mother’s fores still locked unto him, Redrum found himself faltering. His movements became sluggish, his reactions delayed. Each blow sent shockwaves of agony coursing through his body, threatening to consume him entirely. Try as he might, he couldn't shake off the debilitating pain that engulfed him.

In a final act of desperation, Redrum attempted to rally his strength into another snap of his jaws, but it was futile. His limbs felt heavy, his mind clouded with confusion. With a defeated growl, he stumbled backward, his defenses crumbling before his mother. His opportunity to show her he had grown slipping through his fingers like sand.

“Redrum– is sorry, mother. Red- is still not– strong- enough.” Redrum couldn't help but wonder if he had ever stood a chance against his mother's formidable prowess. In the end, it wasn't just his physical strength that failed him, or his age — it was the overwhelming pain that rendered him powerless, and the distant call of an unseen feline that left him prisoner to his own senses.