Great Adventures

The swords flashed as steel met steel. Two men gritted their teeth as each tried to gain an advantage over the other.

"I am the best sword fighter in the world!" the blond-haired one shouted.

"Hutuh," insisted the brown haired one.

Suddenly the swords morphed into bazookas. The two began firing at each other.

BOOM!!! Shrapnel flew everywhere as the blond one fired. The brown-head fell to the ground in peices.

Five seconds later, he was fully and automatically healed. He jumped up and fired his bazooka, an obvious hit.

The blond kept running.

"I got you!" the brown haired one shouted.

"Did not!"

"Did too! You're dead!"

"Am not!"

"Then I'm not playing!"

I threw down the wooden sword in disgust and began walking away. This was stupid. My little brother wouldn't play fair.

"Okay, then! I'm dead!" he screamed. He stood perfectly still for five seconds, then threw up his arms and yelled, "BANG!"

I ducked. Too late. I adjusted my helmet, reloaded my assault rifle just in time to-

"It's time to come in!" my mother called.

"But we just barely came out!"

"You've been out here all afternoon!"

Sure enough, the sun was going down.

One more shot, and I returned to camp.