CN1 - 8 - Flip

Tahu took a few careful steps along the near wall of the cavern. As he neared the edge, he finally
spotted the answer to his problem – a bridge. A narrow stone span, stretching out from the wall and
disappearing into the darkness.

(...)

“Okay, pests,” he said aloud. “Last chance to back off before it’s too late. No takers? Oh, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you...”

With that, he dropped his sword onto the bridge, then bent and grasped the stone with both hands. Flinging his feet off the edge, he let himself hang loose once again over the abyss.

He closed his eyes, picturing Lewa. The Toa of Air seemed unable to stand still for more than a few seconds and had spent much of the time back at the clearing doing backflips and handstands. At one point, Tahu remembered, Lewa had even jumped up and grabbed onto an overhanging branch and swung himself around it by both hands, flipping around and around.

Keeping that image in mind, Tahu swung his legs as vigorously as he could. It took a few tries, but finally he flung himself over the bridge and back around the other side. Gripping tightly with both hands, he pumped with his body, taking advantage of the momentum. He flipped around the narrow bridge again and again, building up speed.

Tahu spun faster and faster, and before long, the scorpion creatures started losing their grip. One by one at first, then dozen by dozen, they flew away into the darkness. It’s working! he thought gleefully. It’s working! They can’t hold on!

Still he kept spinning, around and around, until he felt the last fiery wounds of the creatures’ pinches fade away and could no longer hear their buzzing. Only then did he slow down enough to flip himself back upright onto the bridge.

There, he though, breathing hard from the effort. Even Lewa would be impressed by that.

He glanced up and down the bridge. There was no sign of the swarm in either direction. Then he felt a pinch and looked down to see that one scorpion creature had managed to hang on.