Still nothing. Surely the thing couldn't be impregnable? He's considering his next move when the backhand comes, the blast that had just hit him before slows him down and again he can't quite dodge, so the hit sends him reeling. There's the taste of blood in his mouth as he yanks the foyer carpet from under the intruder, hoping to trip him up or give him an opening to do something.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
