The Wandering Koala slithers out from underneath his 240+ pound
attacker and is on his feet in one motion. He gestures ‘come on’.
Derek holds his side as he rises to his feet. He wipes his
mouth. “You got lucky. It won’t happen again.” He pounds his fist into the
opposite hand repeatedly. He feints a strike then sends his other fist
barreling thru the air. Kyle’s body moves to the side. Derek stops the punch in
mid air and reverses it into a backhand strike. Kyle drops to the ground. The
fist brushes over the tips of his hairs before smashing the back off an empty
seat.
The onlooking passengers scurry over each other to the back
screaming both out of fear and out of amusement.
The Wandering Koala springs into the air and leapfrogs over
Derek’s head. Derek reaches up to grab him but is launched several feet forward
by a sidekick in his back. He reaches out to catch himself but is thrown
farther than he thought and sprawls forward onto his belly. The humiliation
must be killing him.
Derek picks himself up, turns around rubbing his chin, and
grins. “I’m surprised such a little guy packs so much wallop in his kicks.
Maybe my employer didn’t overpay.”
No comments:
Post a Comment