The Game of Heavens and Earth
Spinning himself in the air, Li was about to strike me with his glaive.
“Stop! Stop!” Mr. Smith yelled. “Time out!” We all stopped in our tracks. He ran toward the crate, pulling out a wooden staff. “Here,” he exchanged Li’s glaive with it, “we don’t want to see Sam getting accidentally cut.”
“Gee, thanks,” I grumbled in a sardonic tone. “Ouch, ow, ow…!” Li’s strikes with the staff were faster than his glaive. I had to block the hits with my forearms, bearing all the stinging pain. Raja was back on his feet from behind. As the two were about to flank me, I sky-jumped high in the sky, safe to be distant away from them; so was I thought when Mjolnir rammed my gut.
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