Ten meters down

“Tag—“ I shouted as I fell amidst the debris, ten limbs reaching—until a hand reached up to grasp my by the scruff of my neck and altered my fall to hurl me down into the basement. I bounced up like it was nothing, ripping through the floor behind my father. “Ta—“

This time it was his hammer that greeted me and I abruptly found myself about ten meters below the basement and had to take a moment to heal myself.

“The nail that stands up gets etcetera, etcetera.” My dad said, jumping away as the kitchen floor finally gave out completely and fell on me. “You done warming up, Jaune? Getting kind of bored here.”