Five seconds.
I brought the potion up to my wrist and pulled back on the rubber band around it.
Three seconds.
Without breaking stride, I fired the orb at spot directly below the chair.
One second.
I leapt onto the seat just as the potion exploded beneath it. Pepperjack’s fangs were barely three yards from my face, and he rapidly closed the distance just as the eruption unfolded the way I’d projected.
The blast launched the chair into the air with me still on board. I soared with the burst of force instead of fighting it. My body hurled upwards and forwards—flawlessly throwing me into a flip over Pepperjack’s head.
Spear.
My wand transformed as I was in mid-flip. I twisted my body around so that I landed on the back of Pepperjack’s neck. Then I grabbed hold of his collar with my fr
