Drabble: Full Attention
For the first time, he had his senior’s full attention.
He wanted his distracted senior back.
He whipped around. The rubber ball hit him first.
The ball glanced off his arm to hit him in the face.
A hit to the shoulder.
He half caught it with his neck.
How could someone without super strength throw these little balls so hard? Even with body armour, he might actually find some bruises tomorrow.
But that wasn’t the scariest part. The scariest part was his senior’s version of ‘full attention’, which, when it came to physical training, usually meant his senior and two to four copies, all attacking him at once.
A ball punched him in the ear.
Chocolate hotcakes. He had super strength, not super speed. Or super reflexes.
He roared and charged at the senior before him. His senior ducked and whacked the back of his head.
“Are you trying to be a Fighter or a monster?”
“Whatever it takes to stop those smoke custard balls.”
Another whack to the head.
“Take a break. We’ll try again in ten minutes.”
The four seniors merged into one and walked away. He grumbled and took a seat at the bench.
Deep fried muttonchops.