He knew what I was planning but, allowed it to happen. Once more, like a graceful ballroom dance. He put all his weight on my shoulders, making it increasingly hard to think as he balanced on top of me, doing, basically, a handstand. With my body for the ground. He arched backwards, and, still holding onto my shoulders, flipped me so I was upright. Then he motioned to come’n’get, obliged.

My right foot swept up and kicked him in the jaw, and I heard teeth break as my bare foot felt like the fires of hell were set upon it. I took no time in yelping, just barreled right into him, driving my hands vicously into his stomach, my head smacking him in the ribs as I performed a complete handstand using his shoulders. That looks like fun, can I try? Tim asked, and I snarled at him, “No. You cannot.” He didn’t listen and proceded to use Jason for his base. Jason smacked him so hard I heard his fingers break. Roger was focusing now, and he used my upright body for my downfall.

Okay. What now? You must be curious…