45 - 20 - Marco Gorilla More Damage

I clenched my fist, a gorilla wrecking ball. I brought it up, ready to slam it down on the slug.

Tseeew!

"AAAAaaarghhhh!"

Searing pain raced through my right leg!

I dropped to the pier, clutching burns so painful I couldn't think. The smell of my own burning hair and flesh filled my nostrils, sweet and sickening. . . .

<Marco!> Rachel.

"Kill it!" My mother.

Insane fighter combat in the air overhead! More rock raining down!

Bam!

The Blue Band slashed me on the face.

Okay. That was unnecessary.

Rage drove me to my feet.

Ka-bam!

"Galaaaah!"

I punched Blue Band off the pier. Splash!

He flailed, struggled in the muddy sea. . . .