His knuckles were bleeding, really bleeding. But he kept punching away through the rock. White chips of marble flew like snow as he blew through them, huffing with each punch. No, he couldn't run out of steam now. He powered through the pain in his fists with gritted teeth. Through his fit of fury, he could hear Vanellope and Calhoun arguing, Felix telling them that they had to get out, they had to run.

"GET HER OUT OF HERE!" The wrecking man bellowed over his shoulder, glimpsing the Sugar Rush Princess struggling in the soldier's arms, reaching out for him, tears streaming from her eyes like rivers. She wanted to help him more than anything in the world, and as the blonde woman hauled her away all he could hear was her screaming a loud 'no', over and over. He blocked it out as he moved on to a block of obsidian, which hurt his fists even more than the others. "I'M GONNA WRECK IT!" He roared at the block that was his opponent, cracking it within three blows, shattering it in six. He began punching the floor, fists flying at incomprehensible speeds.

There was a whisper of noise as he finished, dropping through an empty space of three blocks to hit a solid sedimentary floor. "Ralph." It whispered through cracks in the rock. He began tunneling deeper, ignoring the dirt on his face that mixed with tears of his own.

"I'm gonna get you out!" He called down as he began to punch harder than before, coughing as the limestone dust blinded and choked him.

"Ralph." The voice said again, weaker. Quieter.

"Don't you dare die on me." He coughed, beating in another marble block. "You promised. We promised."

And the voice said nothing.

"I'M GONNA WRECK IT!" He yelled again, slamming his fist into obsidian, ignoring the cuts, the blood, and the tears.