He smiled, then helped himself to his feet and continued on, the corridor now thankfully free of fireballs. “You almost hit me!” Without waiting for a reply, he dropped to his knees, yanked out the blunt prop sword he’d been given, and whipped it end over end toward the source of the fireballs.Ī second later Jack heard a dull thunk, followed by a groan and what sounded like a body hitting the cave floor. The heat caused him to jerk his body to the right, saving him from the second fireball, which blew through the spot he’d just been standing in. and sure enough, a ball of fire came burning down the corridor, exploding just a few inches from his left arm. A roar like that could only mean bad things. Jack sighed, rolled his eyes, and slowed down to wait. This was all such a waste of time, and after that last fight with what was apparently supposed to be a troll, his arm really hurt.įrom deep within the cave came what was probably supposed to be a bloodcurdling roar. Yet here he was, in the middle of a cave-a dark and stupid cave-on his way to do just that. Once upon a time, Jack wouldn’t have been caught dead in a princess rescue.
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