Free Power Play by Ridley Pearson Page B

The next one flew through his shoulder, his pure DHI state preventing it from wounding him.
    “Incoming!” he said. He felt his own terror beginning to take hold—his fingers tingling—and understood the mortal danger it presented. “No fear!” he reminded.
    “Easier said than done,” Charlene cried out.
    Yellow eyes glowed from across the stream. More arrows whizzed past.
    “I can feel my hands,” Philby said.
    “Me, too!” Charlene said. “And my feet.”
    They weren’t in a state of pure DHI, which made them vulnerable to attack.
    Philby and Charlene ducked behind the small rocks.
    Eight trolls—knee-high old men with beards, whiskers, and huge eyes—appeared across the water. They carried kitchen pot lids as shields, steak knives as swords, carpentry hammers, and the homemade bows and arrows. They jumped across the water and charged.
    The kids stayed behind the rocks. The trolls split up.
    Philby took an arrow in the arm and screamed as he pulled it out. “That thing hurts!” he cried.
    A troll came at Finn, his steak knife glinting. Finn swung the sword and knocked the knife out of the troll’s hand. Philby stood and pressed his back to Finn’s so they could defend in two directions. Charlene, on her knees, battled ax against hammer.
    One of the old men surprised Finn from the right, stabbing him, but his sword passed right through Finn’s hologram. The guy fell, off-balance. Philby kicked him across the water into the scenery.
    “Soccer!” Philby shouted to Charlene.
    She stood and kicked out at the trolls, sending them flying.
    “Goal!” Philby cried, as one of the trolls flew though the door of the cottage.
    “That’s it!” Finn said. “We get them all into the cottage and trap them!”
    Philby kicked one of the trolls, passing him to Charlene like a soccer ball. She expertly sent him through the cottage door. Finn battled with his sword. He heard Philby counting them down.
    “Four…Five!”
    Finn’s blade clanked against the steak knife of a competent swordsman. Philby came to his aid, toe-kicking the troll toward the cottage, where Charlene finished him off by sending him inside.
    “Six!”
    “I sent one across the water,” Finn said. “So that’s seven.”
    The final troll dropped his hammer and threw up his arms in surrender. Philby grabbed his hands, threw him into the cottage, and Charlene shut the door. She used her ax handle to prop it shut.
    The kids, out of breath, looked around for more trouble, but saw none.
    “That was…weird,” Philby said.
    “You okay?” Charlene asked.
    Philby approached her and kissed her on the lips before she knew what he was doing. The kiss went on longer than Finn would have expected.
    Charlene and Philby pulled themselves apart breathlessly.
    “What…was…that?” Charlene asked, not a twinge of complaint in her voice.
    “How do you feel?” Finn asked.
    “That’s a stupid question,” she said. “Besides, that’s for Philby to ask, not you.”
    Philby looked tranquilized. “I…that was…it was…”
    “He had to do it,” Finn said.
    “Excuse me?” Charlene said.
    How would they know if she’d been put under a spell? Worse, how would they know if she’d come out of it?
    “Do you remember going into the girls’ room at DisneyQuest?” Finn asked.
    “What kind of a question is that?”
    “One that needs answering.” He wished Philby would say something, but he remained stunned and unable to speak. He was staring at Charlene like he’d gotten religion.
    “It’s none of your business. Eww.”
    Philby finally managed to speak. “It is our business. Do you remember who followed you inside the girls’ room?”
    She looked frightened. Her hologram’s blue outline faded. “What are you two talking about?” She blinked furiously, as if about to cry.
    “Do you remember going into the bathroom at DisneyQuest?” Philby asked, repeating Finn’s question.
    “Yeah, I suppose.”
    “Do you remember anyone else in there