. . . I grabbed my crutches and hopped out the door to deal with that maniac. When Marcus saw me, he stood there laughing and stated, “Ha, how do you like the spell I put on you? Dog, screw me round, next time it’ll be more than your foot.”
Talking about his voodoo powers and how he’d worked his black magic, Marcus went on to say, “Baby, I told you I got the power! That’s just the beginning of what I can do to you.” Marcus had always been a quick mover and shaker. This time, he moved so fast I barely knew what hit me. But it was his fist that went dead against my eye. Even with the throbbing pain, I went immediately into attack mode. That jerk wasn’t getting away with this. I lifted my arms, brought down both crutches over his fat, round head, and cracked him as hard as I could.
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