Xiaolin Hentia

Okay, I started this right after I posted the last one. Seriously, within two minutes of posting… BAM. This one was started.

Don’t own or make anything

After that last punch, I was angrier than a bull in a circus. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t take getting hit, it was just that I was getting beaten by the new guy (no offense intended to Matt). I knew I couldn’t stand up to that fighting style for very long either. I concentrated all of my power into the final move, and I sent a huge chunk of earth catapulting in Matt’s direction.

The only thing I could bring myself to think was, “Oh shit!” I knew I overdid it and the attack was approaching so fast that I couldn’t do anything about it at this point. Even if I could’ve, I was too exhausted to clear that distance in a minute or two let alone a few seconds. My blood went cold when I heard a smash, but it was only the chunk breaking up. In the clearing debris, I saw a boulder fly straight into Matt and launch him a couple of feet then bouncing off of him like a cowboy on a rodeo bull. Forgetting my exhaustion, I sprinted to his side and the first thing I saw was the blood running down his jaw. He had a couple of small cuts and one big gash on the side of his forehead near the temple. My knees hit the ground and the others crowded around him like a dead squirrel. They were buzzing like angry bees over him, but he wasn’t moving. I prepared to do some amateur “CPR”, but Matt chose that moment to come spluttering back to life.

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