half of the rotation.
Again, up the bear came as it slowed, and again Gnak watched
as it picked up speed as the bear again descended within the ball. Then again,
as it really began to gather momentum. “Gaaack!” he swore again.
Racing after the ball, having forgotten to reclaim the
reins, he watched as they bounced and whipped about behind the ball as it
continued to increase in speed and momentum. It was only a matter of time
before it crashed into a large tree that would leave him starting over yet
again.
Half bowling over, half bouncing off of a small green pine,
the giant ball took to the air momentarily before crashing hard to the ground
again as vines and boughs within it creaked, a few cracking beneath the
assault. Gnak ran furiously behind it and without fear for life or limb he
sprang headlong into the air, grasping the first of the reins with his
fingertips. Bouncing behind the ball, he clung to the vine for all he was
worth, rolling and waiting for the proper conditions to regain his feet. Branches,
rocks, and even ferns battered him from all angles as he tumbled, dragged
ceaselessly on. It was only seconds before the cage smashed first into a
sapling and then glanced off a larger tree, slowing its speed slightly. It was
enough for Gnak to right himself, and finding his feet he took up the chase,
one vine securely in hand.
He tried to slow the raging ball by creating drag upon the
single line, but it only slowed slightly as it began to turn towards the right.
Ahead was what appeared to be an impenetrable wall of trees, so Gnak did the
only thing available to him.
Digging in his heels he pulled with all his might, leaning
back with both hands, grasping the makeshift rein in a death grip. The ball
careened to the right in an arc as his feet slowed, nearly turning back uphill
as it spun against him as its anchor. Then, as the ball rose up to become
beside him, he allowed it to again begin rolling down the hill, but this time
he raced along at its side, a wicked grin on his face.
Less than a hundred yards ahead, a small pine stood alone at
least a few dozen yards before the wall of trees. The larger trees around them
created nearly a perfect trail, as if divine intervention had created this
place for just this circumstance. Racing along beside the great ball, he
smashed into it with his shoulder again and again, driving it further and
further away from him, lining up on his target. One second he was running, the
next… He wasn’t.
Sprinting down the mountainside at full speed, attached to a
giant ball of wood and vine, Gnak brought his plan to fruition. Racing
headlong, guiding the cage down, he watched as the small pine passed between
them, the vine connecting them suddenly becoming taut, yanking upon his hands
with unnatural force. Nearly torn from his feet, he swung around the tree,
opposite of the large round cage. Instead of being smashed to pieces by the
cage, which was precisely what he now envisioned happening, he barely missed
the wooden monstrosity and instead was clotheslined by the opposite end of the
vine.
With an audible snap his jaw was smashed closed, as the vine
connected with his throat and his feet came out from under him. Over and over
he summersaulted through the air backwards, around the tree, before hitting the
ground with an oomph , rolling to a stop.
Dislocated shoulder? Check. Broken tooth? Check. Wrist
beginning to swell from having been yanked and bent at an odd angle? Check. Gnak
grinned from ear to ear. His plan had worked.
Sitting up, he inspected his injuries, pulling bits of moss,
dirt, and leaves from the gash in his bicep. It still appeared to be the worst
of the damage. Untwisting the vine from around his hand and wrist, he was sure
to keep tension on it lest the ball begin rolling once more and drag him into
the wall of trees below. Assured that his wrist would recover, he turned his
attention to his finger. Though it had broken earlier, it wasn’t until now that
it