"Hey!" Jack yelled indignantly. "You almost hit me!" Without waiting for a reply, he dropped to his knees, yanked out the blunt prop sword he'd been given, and whipped it end over end toward the source of the fireballs.
A second later Jack heard a dull thunk, followed by a groan and what sounded like a body hitting the cave floor. He smiled, then helped himself to his feet and continued on, the corridor now thankfully free of fireballs. As he walked, he looked himself over, realizing with annoyance that somewhere along the line his tan shirt and pants had both been ripped. Perfect. As if he had that many clothes to begin with.
A bit deeper in, a bright green dragon mask lay on the floor in two separate pieces, split by the otherwise completely useless sword. Just past the mask was an unconscious boy dressed all in green, a deep red bruise spreading over his face. Apparently, Jack's aim had been better than he thought.
He briefly felt bad about knocking the boy out, but than remembered how close the fireballs had come, and all guilt disappeared. Picking up his prop sword, Jack started to leave when a thought stopped him in his tracks: why play by the rules?
There it was, on the boy's right hand: a sparkling red ring. Jack quickly worked the ring off the boy's finger, then slid it onto
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AdventureJack lives in a fantasy world. Really. He's the son of the infamous Jack who stole the magic beans from the giant, and he's working hard to restore his family's reputation. He finds the perfect opportunity when a "princess" lands in front of him, ap...
