Why Do We Even Bring Him

February 11, 2010

“It’s over, Armordillo,” Blast Girl said, tapping at his shell. “You can come out now.”

“What?” came the muffled response.

Blast Girl sighed. “Why do we even bring him?” she asked Jade Fist.

He shrugged and threw a psychic punch at a thug on the ground who had started to stir. “Stupid ones waste time trying to hit him while we deal with the rest?”

“And we can hide behind him, I guess.” Blast Girl cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted at the leathery shell. “I SAID, YOU CAN COME OUT NOW.”

Slowly, the plated ball that was Armordillo opened up to expose the man inside, lying on his back with his legs sticking up.

“We won?” he asked, and Blast Girl nodded. Jade Fist continued to monitor the unconscious evildoers.

“Oh, great!” Armordillo rocked from side to side, kicking his legs. Blast Girl finally triggered a minor explosion underneath him that flipped him over, and he waved a pointed glove at her in thanks.

“I don’t care what Mom says,” Blast Girl muttered. “I’m not bringing him next time.”

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2 Responses to “Why Do We Even Bring Him”


  1. Cute and well written. Excellent.

  2. Valerie Says:

    Thanks! I enjoyed it. All because I watched a little armadillo do his thing…


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