Carter Punch Hippo

	If it hadn’t worked, I would’ve ended my life as an insignificant grease spot on the chest of a charging hippo.
	Thankfully, the blue aura flickered around me. I landed in the river encased in the glowing body of a twenty-foot-tall hawk headed warrior. Compared to the hippo, I was still tiny, but I got its attention when I drove my fist into its snout.
	That worked really well for about two seconds. The monster forgot all about the ship.