“Are you coming?” yelled one of the girls.“I have to change into my suit,” I replied. “You guys get the cooler and towels. I’ll meet you o...n the beach.”The girls left with our gear in tow.At the bath house, there was a line of ladies stretching all the way outside the door. I definitely wasn’t in favor of waiting in the heat just to change my clothes.So I went back to my car. The car had tinted windows and most people are occupied with getting their beach gear from their vehicles, too busy to. He got me good on my on my left cheek. And that was a good thing. Because with the adrenaline rush, I shoved him down on the ground, knocking over a table full of knick-knacks, and kicked the living shit out of the guy and it felt damn good. This was the first time in my life I had ever been in a fight. I then tossed his sorry ass out.“She's done with you, motherfucker!” I hollered at him. “Now get the fuck out of here and don't come back!”I shut the door and locked it behind him. I didn't know. Much much more." He crooned to the Zibongs, "Ah, now I have you!"The glow around the Zibong sword brightened and a Zibong moved up behind him. Along the blade of the sword, a spirit formed. Looking like a ghost from the Arena, some poor hapless soul was sucked through Spellblaster's body and into the waiting Zibong. The Zibong seemed to adapt to its guest, stretching out and slightly mimicking the features of the spirit."Just a few more... a few more... if only I could control more...". It isn’t my mother. The pads of my paws feel cold and I do not know where I am walking. I cry come more so my mother will save me. In my terror, I hear other cries and see my brothers and sisters one by one appearing around me. We are all crying now and all are panic-stricken. Racing to each other, we reassure ourselves we are safe. Our mother is close by and has a worried look on her face as she looks up to very large beings with fleshy claws. Each of us is lifted in to the air. High and low.