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- Tower Climber
- Jakob Tanner
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“Do you know how many buffers there are across the city?” Max asked.
“They’re all over, but they were mostly in place to get the monsters into position, then he relinquished his hold on them, and let them wreak havoc and destruction. As the dragon was the most powerful monster in his arsenal, the buffers were stationed nearby to keep it under semi-cellular control.”
“Damn,” said Casey. “We don’t have time to rush around and take out all of those buffers.”
Max peered around. “Maybe we don’t have to. All we have to do is get the dragon into the area of effect of this specific buffer we’ve just taken out. Within this specific radius, we should be able to relinquish Samuel’s hold on the monster.”
Max and Casey rushed back to the drake and hopped on board and flew back towards the climber president.
Then a huge explosion of fire appeared in the air.
BOOOM!
105
The dragon blasted out a huge ray of fire.
The blast was directed to its own back where the climber president was hanging on. The flames barely effected the monster’s hardened scales but they charred and burned the werewolf’s fur.
“No! The climber president!” shouted Casey.
The climber president was in a tough spot. If he kept hanging on, he’d be burnt alive. If he let go, he was looking at one nasty fall to the ground.
The werewolf dug its nails into the dragon and then reached over to get out of the flame blast’s radius.
The werewolf reached out to grab a scale and then flinched with pain. The dragon’s skin was scorching hot.
“He won’t be able to hang on,” said Max.
The only way the climber could stay on the dragon was if the monster stopped breathing fire even for a couple of seconds. So the question was: how long would this dragon keep breathing fire onto its own back?
Fire kept spraying out of the dragon’s mouth in an unrelenting torrent of blazing flame.
“He can’t hold on for too much longer!”
The werewolf winced in pain as it dangled on the dragon until finally it let go.
The climber president started falling through the air.
“No!” shouted Max.
The climber president may have been able to survive a fall like this ten minutes ago, but he was now suffering from multiple injuries. This fall could be the end of him.
“Casey!” said Max. “Can you manipulate the wind to cushion his fall?”
“It’s too stormy around us,” cried Casey. “It won’t have any major effect.”
Like a meteor falling in the sky, the climber president rushed towards the ground.
KABOOM!
The climber president smashed into the street, breaking both a street lamp and a fire hydrant.
“He’ll get up,” cried Casey. “He’s got to.”
The climber president lay motionless on the street.
“He can’t be dead, can he?”