block

Then it was like a flashback to when I was eleven years old, fighting side by side with Jeb. He was the one who’d taught us to fight so well, to win at any cost. It was Jeb who’d taught us to never play fair, never telegraph our punches, always use any means to win a battle. Now, with him taking out Flyboys right next to me, it was just like those training days,
like I was a little kid again, pretending he was my dad.
“Block it!” Jeb yelled, yanking me off memory lane. Instinctively I threw my arm up in time to block a Flyboy’s overhand punch.
“Nudge! Angel! Attack the base of their spines!” I shouted. “Snap them!”


Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports Chapter 121