A possible story 9
Grabbed the nearest thing I could find.
Cans? No, too light.
Trash can lid? Yes, good for a shield!
A plunger? No, what is this? cartoons?
A frying pan with a gaping whole in the middle?
No.
Aha! I snatched a broom stick.
It was good thing my mom taught me
a bit of baton swirling.
So, doing a little bit of swirls and
mad moves and also stupidly hitting
myself with it.
"Stop fooling around!" Tom yelled.
OK recap! Me and the great Tom Felton
are now about have a major battle royal
against a lunatic lady with mystical
fire powers!
Unbelievable right?
That's what I thought so to!
But can't change what I see before
my very eyes.
"You're finished!" The lady yelled
hurling another ball of fire.
Have you ever heard of slide ball in baseball?
If yes then, it would be nice if you'd tell me what
kind of hit I could counter it with
If no then, Screw you.
Tom was fast enough to dodge it but me I was dumb
enough to stay and try to strike it.
"Batter up!" I yelled.
Couldn't help but link my love for baseball to my swing.
Don't say too often. So, since I'm going to die.
Why not now?
I held the broom like a bat, waited for the right
moment, calculate my angle, timed my strike and swung it!
"IT'S GOOD!" I cried once I saw the fire ball being flung
back to her.
It was a home run!
Because...Well...It hit my opponent straight against her gut
and she crashed into some garbage bags.
She was unconscious. O_O oh shit, I hope I didn't hurt
too bad.
"Sorry!" I apologized.
"Sorry! That was brilliant!" Tom smiled and ran to enemy
making sure she was unharmed by her own flames.
Me, I didn't dare to move. I had too much excitement enough as it
is. I dropped by street sweeper and trash lid shield before sitting on
a bean bag of garbage. It smelled but it was acceptable for a place
to rest.
Then I spotted something shining.
I guess me being a lazy ass has been beneficial to me.
'Cool. Tom would be pleased. he'll get his ring. WHAT!? It's stuck!
GET OF MY FINGER!'
DON'T OWN TOM FELTON!!!