Small explosion

Run!’ | told my teammates. ‘The other exit!’
They ran for the locker room, but with another wave of Joe Bob’s hand, that door also slammed shut.
‘No one leaves unless you’re out!’ Joe Bob roared. ‘And you're not out until we eat you!’
He launched his own fireball. My teammates scattered as it blasted a crater in the gym floor.
| reached for Riptide, which | always kept in my pocket, but then | realized | was wearing gym shorts. | had no pockets. Riptide was tucked in my jeans inside my gym locker. And the locker room door was sealed. | was completely defenceless.

Another fireball came streaking towards me. Tyson pushed me out of the way, but the explosion still blew me head over heels. | found myself sorawled on the gym floor, dazed from smoke, my tie-dyed T-shirt peppered with sizzling holes. Just across the centre line, two hungry giants were glaring down at me.

SoM ch.2