SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Four - The Getaway

Anthony Padilla

I stood mid-squat raising my green lightsaber above my head and taunting the double-bladed wielding foe. His fearsome eyes didn't seem to blink. Cold sweat trickled down the side of my face as my heart leapt, thumping like it's going crazy, my palms began sweating but I kept my stance, waiting for the strike.

The goon waved his double-ended lightsaber at me with the laser humming at its every swing. The beams of lights finally collided, emitting a loud crackling noise and a bright flash of light. We began to duel, the goon went crazy, alternating the use of his double blades but I managed to block every single one of them as flashes of light flashed with each collision of the blades.

We locked our swords, pushing against each other, "H-had enough?" I stuttered.

He shouted, "NEVER!" He swung the other end of his saber at my face and the glowing red light was coming at my neck.

Suddenly a blue lightsaber stopped the oncoming attack, saving me from decapitation.

"May I cut in?" Ian said. Then he shoved the big moron away, knocking him to the ground. This angered the goon even more. He jumped back to his feet and started screaming and spinning his saber in every direction.

"Alright, you take the lower and I'll take the upper blade." Ian said.

"Which one?" I asked.

"I dunno, just start swinging." Ian held out a hand, asking for a handshake, "We can do this."

I grabbed his hand, "We can, brother!" and shook it.

Ian smiled, "Duck."

Without hesitation, I ducked and Ian countered the first blow of the goon and I hit the other end of the enemy's lightsaber while ducked down. I stood up as our swords were still opposed, surrounding the guy. He broke away from the links and did a front flip away from the center. He landed behind us, we turned around and met the slice of red light with our own, causing a three-way battle.

Adrenaline-pumping, heart-racing, and palm-sweating action happened.

The three-way duel has stunned the others. Ian and I fought the deranged goon, narrowly avoiding some dismemberment as the fight seemed to have no end. We were like dancing along the rhythm of the colliding lightsabers with me and Ian alternating attacks on the enemy.

I ducked and put my hands on my knees, "Ian, over the top!" I yelled.

Ian ran at me then rolled his back against mine, meeting the pounce of the goon's sword with his sword. I hit the other end of the blade and the sound of three opposing rock candy lightsabers crackled.

The henchman stepped backwards, unlinking the three way battle and by the looks of it, he was kinda pissed. He ran at me and I did the same, dashing towards the opponent. He swung again from the right and I knelt on the ground and tilted my head backwards, sliding under the red glowing blade.

I stood up behind him but he was quick, kicked me on my chest, sending me flying backwards. I fell hard on the ground with a loud thud, the people gasped in surprise.

I felt my arm break, excruciating pain surged within and I could no longer feel my right arm.

Ian was once again in a one on one fight with him. He looked at me and saw what happened and knew that I couldn't fight anymore so he took on the man on his own, fending off the multiple strikes.

With one clean swipe, Ian sliced the goon's hilt off, rendering one end of his lightsaber useless.

Now the battle's fair.