“Okay then,” said Mick. “I’ll sit this one out.”
His back twinged, forcing him to lean over as he walked away to a fallen log.
“I’ll just be over here, planning our strategy.”
Slowly, he lowered himself onto the log. It seemed his back ached no matter how he adjusted his position to watch. Ryan sang a soothing song as Pat attempted to attack him with tentacles of ink. A blissful smile etched itself on Pat’s face as the ink first drooped to the ground, then became a group of teddy bears dancing hand in hand in a ring.
Tension, born of frustration ebbed from Mick as Ryan sang. With it, all pain flowed from his spine, leaving him devoid of pain.
Nick charged. Tufts of hair whipped from Glen’s scalp around Nick’s feet, ripping him from the ground.
Mick looked on. Are they ready?