5
Smashing Fings
Zeb tasted dirt and blood in his mouth, neither of which he particularly liked. But given the choice he would have happily swallowed a bucket of either rather than receiving a single kick to the gut from Madsen Marshall’s giant black leather boots, which is exactly what happened next. Madsen was the son of the appropriately named ‘Mad Dog’ Marshall, who had served Mr Hemingdrake the particularly vicious beating that had changed the landscape of his skin with the addition of a brutal scar all those years ago.
Madsen may have lacked his father’s size, but he had inherited all of his dad’s cruelty and aggression, as well as an equally pea-sized brain.
“LEAVE HIM ALONE YOU BIG BULLY!” Flip screamed.
“What are you going to do about it?” Madsen’s voice sounded like bricks b
