![]() His one-handed hold on it was now the only thing keeping him from falling to his doom. Max’s bat was magnetized to the elevated underside of Scrapdragon, a central coil of whom had been arched above his house like a great black rainbow when he’d returned to spirit trance. “Ah,” Max hoarsely mumbled, having realized now exactly how his reflexes had failed him. until at last he was dangling a truly deadly distance from the jagged waste below. He was back in the junk world, back in the ruined version of his room-no, above his room now, pulled through where its roof once was, above the street, above where he’d only just been a blink ago, again and again and above it again. Max’s muscles tensed, electrically switched to hold on for dear life, as he was dragged bat-first into the air by Scrapdragon. He was again partially successful, thanks to both his face and one good hand, and found he had a grasp on the baseball bat’s grip by the time his third reflex had activated. Max’s second reflex sparked to make him catch his bat when it bounced straight back at him. Sadly, this meant that said wall was once more very much right there. Max did not have Isabel’s uncanny range when it came to connecting with haunted objects the heat and hue that filled Scrapdragon’s domain disappeared, the spirit trance shattered, even before the bat had reached the wall. Max burst into action, awkwardly lobbing his tool towards the brand new gap in his room’s wall from his less-than-ideal pitcher’s mound, the floor. This was all an illusion, or something like that, and he could break his spirit trance by getting distance from Scrapdragon’s cage. ![]() The first told him to throw his bat away, which was an admirably sensible instinct on paper. Max’s heart leapt into high gear, heroically and unfortunately spraying a rush of adrenaline at three separate reflexes like a hose with a fireman’s thumb on it. Max could see his spirit streaming closer, weaving in and out of junk with grace that didn’t match the horrid scraping sound it made, picking up new armor all the while. ![]() Scrapdragon had dove beneath the surface of a ruined Mayview’s rusted metal landscape. Thanks for reading! Next week Max DIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Ī crash like an orchestra that only employed cymbal players shook Max to his core. ![]()
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