Zac Long is a man of few words. And at ten years old with less vocabulary available to him, he was a boy of very few words.
He ignored my taunting and proceeded to show me just what the best of the best the second graders were capable of.
He and his two buddies finally revealed their full strength and did not pull their punches at all.
Like Sherry Lin in our epic battle in the Grand Melee, they sought to pin me down using their much higher fighting techniques and beat the living daylights out of me.
But I was not someone who would fall twice into the same hole, or get caught with my pants down by the same technique.
The spear, sword and hammer came swinging and piercing at me again and again, aiming very accurately at my weak joints.
Their relentless attacks aimed at my joints served two purposes.