The Race Against Time

Fight for the Sword

I awoke all of a sudden. Was that another vision? I wondered what was up with all of these dream visions, and how they always happened whenever I got knocked out. But it seemed like I had been asleep for at least an hour, because nothing hurt anymore except for bruises on my head and face, which were mild now.
I also saw two people standing and fighting. It was my sister and the man. They both looked incredibly weak. They had probably been giving each other beat downs while I had been out. They had many more bruises than I. They both had black eyes and their punches would be very non-effective to someone in my healthy condition, but they were incredibly delicate now. Each soft punch hurt the other one. However, the man used all his power in one last punch that sent my sister flying and it knocked her out. The man himself staggered because of all the power he had used.
He hit my sister.
Now I wouldn't relent.
I ran toward him with a wild battle cry and jump-kicked him, sending him flying and and he smashed into the wall. He was almost completely knocked out. In fact, I wouldn't have to do anything more to have defeated him.
But I didn't care. He hit my sister.
I pounced on him and continued to wildly punch and kick him. He was defenseless as I kept hitting over and over and over.
After a few seconds, my steam wore off and I became exhausted. I stopped hitting and I proceeded to grab the Sword of Atlantis, which was laying freely on the floor.
I looked at it for some time. It was blue and shining very brightly. It was glorious. That was when I felt a heavy force on my back and I toppled over like a bowling pin.
As a last resort, the man had thrown both of his shoes on my back. It shouldn't have hurt that much, but it did. I got up and picked them up. Then I realized his shoes were filled with rocks. He continued to throw rocks at me, each one hitting me and hurting me.
I figured that not all offense required punching and kicking. This man was exhausted but he was still hurting me by throwing rocks at me.
I stood there for two seconds, astonished at what was going on until I regained my composure and I started running to dodge the rocks. My sister had started to awaken, so I was relieved. But she was still in no condition to fight. Several rocks missed me but there were some rocks that hit me as well. One slightly bigger rock hit me in the head, right on the bruise. I cried in pain as I rubbed my head. Then I decided that defense was the best offense.
I picked up a giant rock and used it to deflect the rocks that were being thrown at me. In fact, the rocks that hit it went flying back at the man, but only one hit him.
I knew I had the upper hand currently, but the weight of the giant rock shield was quickly sapping all of my strength. After one more bug rock hit my shield, I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped the shield just as another big rock hit my knee. I yelped yet again and grabbed my knee. (Like I said, I'm a straight-up coward. I'm no super-strong hero like in the movies. There's only so much damage a regular guy can do before he gets tired.)
Suddenly I heard a deeper cry. At first I thought it was one of mine, but I quickly thought differently.
I glanced at the man, whose eyes were closed. Two stalactites sat on his lap. I turned around to see my sister sitting down. She had grabbed two fallen stalactites and hit the man's head with them. It seemed like she was cured now.
However, the man then grabbed something from his pocket. It was... a liquid of some sort. He popped off the cork of the bottle and drank the whole thing. I didn't know what it was. It didn't look like any type of drink.
Suddenly, the man got up. His bruises were still very visible, but from his expression, I could tell that nothing hurt anymore. I guessed he had drank some sort of healing potion. He lunged for the sword, which was sitting on the ground. Out of instinct, I did the same with my sister following. All of us grabbed the sword at the same time. My sister and I wrestled the man to get the sword. The man kicked me, making me lose my balance and fall on the floor. My sister continued to fight the man as I got up. I threw another fallen stalactite at the man's leg. He cried in pain and let loose the sword for just a split second. Luckily that was enough for my sister to gain control of the sword.
The man quickly got up and ran toward her. "Catch!" she shouted as she threw the sword in my direction.
I instantly realized that had been a bad move. I sucked at anything that involved catching. I remembered tchoukball, where the ball had hit me in the face when I had tried to catch it. The sword was flying in the air and it looked like I didn't have a choice. If I didn't catch it, then the evil man would get the sword and we wouldn't be able to save the world. So I supposed it wouldn't hurt to try.
I lifted my feet off of the ground. The sword came toward my hands, but it was a tad too high. I touched it and it skipped off my finger. I attempted to catch it again while still in midair. My hand touched it again. Finally the sword came falling down, right into my grip.
I had caught it.
But I was caught off-guard by this accomplishment.
The man came running toward me, and I threw the sword back to my sister.
But I hadn't had time to do a proper throw, so the sword went way out of my sister's direction.
Instead of falling to the ground, however, the sword fixed itself in midair and started spinning and glowing even brighter than it had been. Before I could even start to consider what was happening, the sword glowed with power, and there was a sudden explosion.