Arse over tea-kettle, and over I went. Legs swept from under me, roller skating mid-air like Wyle E. Coyote caught off a cliff, then down with a wallop.
Sprawled on the bitumen with a ballooning ankle and a manacle boot, I sought my foe. The waft of eucalyptus, crushed underfoot — or smugness perhaps — enveloped me as I scoured the battlefield. Littered all ’round, as inscrutable in victory as they were in attack, the incendiary devices that caused my collapse.
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