His words at the start of the obstacle come back to me as I pick up speed –
“There isn’t any language that prevents you from using other candidates’ bodies as leverage.”
And as my focus lands on the flat expanse of his wide shoulders?
I see exactly how he’s positioned them for me.
As leverage.
With a final burst of speed, I launch myself into the air over Jackson’s head, my right foot landing on flat of his back between his shoulders, and I shout as I straighten my knee and push –
Jackson lets out a yell and stands, acting for anyone who is watching like I did this without his consent – shouting after me and cursing like a damn sailor at the little Shrimp who used him like a damn step stool.
But the leverage, and the fact that Jackson shouted and stood just as my foot hit his back
