The latest chapter in the blog hopping story by Matticus and myself. Be sure to go check it out.
And we, they, are back. Again. With the fantasy and the football together at last in the only way that really makes sense to me.
Plex jumped to his feet, adrenaline coursing through him and pain forgotten. His instincts and reflexes, finely honed with the extra training he’d been doing in recent weeks, burned and he nearly gave in to them but he managed to hold off before swinging at the dwarf. Instead, he turned and began to walk away.
“Don’t turn your back on me, elf,” Kalant growled.
Plex tensed, expecting another attack and not wanting to get hit a second time without being ready for the impact. Nothing happened, though, so he turned to face Kalant. The dwarf looked ready to strike again. He was crouched down, preparing to spring forward and use his mass to take down Plex as he had before.
Plex wasn’t sure what…
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