Kendall pressed himself against the vine as the cookie sailed past him. The cookie was in shock about what was happening but powerless to stop it…
THUD.
The Gourman hit the ground, and did not move.
SLAP!
“Aaaaah!”
SLAP!
“Aaaaah!”
The other Gourmans flew past Kendall and crashed to the ground.
Celerity coiled her whip and put it back on her belt.
“All clear, gents,” she said, pulling herself onto the parapet.
Frank climbed up and helped Kendall.
Kendall rolled over, panting.
“Damn,” he said. “s**t got intense for a hot minute. Phew!”
He looked down at the Gourmans, who were lying in the chive grass.
Celerity drew her whip. “Not gonna be the last Gourmans we see. You ready?”
Kendall stood and drew his knife and fork. “Sheeeeeet, girl. I was born ready. Ha ha, back in the day
