You race into the crowds, dodging your way around people, occasionally pushing past those you can’t avoid. You glance behind and see that Soldeed is following you, the crowd parting for him.

You try stopping passers-by and calling for help, but no-one takes you seriously. Soldeed aims his lethal arm and fires. The pavement beside you erupts in a spray of asphalt.

The crowd cheers. You realise they think that the two of you are some sort of act – part of the fun-fair entertainment, like the wandering people dressed as superheros.

You run for the main arena. There will be even more people there and so a greater chance of losing him.

You enter the arena where the wood-chopping demonstration is taking place. You sprint across the ground, scooping up a spare axe as you go, and head for the exit.

As Soldeed’s line of sight is obscured by the crowds, you duck down behind the seating rather than go through the exit. Gripping the axe tightly, you wait.

Soldeed approaches, arm extended. You leap out and swing the axe with all your might. Soldeed staggers back, his severed arm clattering to the ground.

You pick up the arm. There are wires protruding from the elbow.

Soldeed regains his footing and advances.

‘Stopping me is not that easy.’

You point the arm at him, wondering how to use it. You try pulling on the wires. No luck. Touching two of the wires together, the arm erupts with light.

You aim the arm at Soldeed and he crumples, his plastic face dissolving, revealing the metal beneath.

‘I’m melting!’ he shrieks.

Soon, Soldeed is little more than a puddle of molten metal and plastic.

The people around you burst into applause. They still think you’re part of some act.

You toss the arm into the little pool of Soldeed, and it too sags and liquefies.

It’s over!

You wander through the fun fair until it’s time to meet your parents.

‘There’s just one more attraction I want to see before we go,’ says your mum.

‘Yeah,’ agrees your dad. ‘There’s a wax-works display. The dummies are supposed to be really life-like.’

Your mum and dad raise their right arms and point at you.

‘Let’s go!’ they say in unison.