Mac’s speech was cut off as Emmitt grabbed a rock and aimed it straight for his chest. Mac blocked it quickly with his lance, returning the stone back to him.
Emmitt picked up another one and threw it faster, aiming at his forehead. It made an impact, bouncing off Mac; he fell to the ground, his body twisted on the floor.
“Emmitt,” Jioni gasped.
“Don’t worry. He’s probably concussed or something. Grab his legs, and maybe we can hide him behind that bush.”
Jioni stood there with her hands covering her mouth.
“Ugh. Never mind,” Emmitt said. He grabbed Jioni’s arms while running. “We need to move, so let’s move!”
