Fenton instinctively caught what was thrown at him, only to do a double-take and yelp when he realized just what he was holding. He risked a glance back, and yup. That sword was STILL coming after him. "No, no.... stop!Please?"
He tripped and crashed to the ground, the sword swooshing just over his head. He brought up the paper in a futile effort to shield himself... then remembered just what he was holding... and hurriedly tossed the paper to the side, log-rolling away in the other direction. With a heavy 'thunk', the sword finally embedded itself into the paper target, and about a good inch or two into the pavement as well.
Fenton lay there for a second, panting heavily from all the adrenaline, then finally sat up. He directed a glare over at Magica, pointing accusingly. "This is low, even for you, Magica! Someone could have gotten hurt! .... Killed, even!"
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He tripped and crashed to the ground, the sword swooshing just over his head. He brought up the paper in a futile effort to shield himself... then remembered just what he was holding... and hurriedly tossed the paper to the side, log-rolling away in the other direction. With a heavy 'thunk', the sword finally embedded itself into the paper target, and about a good inch or two into the pavement as well.
Fenton lay there for a second, panting heavily from all the adrenaline, then finally sat up. He directed a glare over at Magica, pointing accusingly. "This is low, even for you, Magica! Someone could have gotten hurt! .... Killed, even!"