Seeing his protégé of sorts on the ground, dazed and holding his mouth, with the boy standing over him, told the Machop that this person had attacke... Stephen. The Machop grit his teeth, killing the boy with his look, first. The boy reached for a Poké Ball of his own, but it was too late.Leaping with speed, the Machop kneed the vicious Trainer in the head, almost knocking him out right then and there. Stephen was stressed, but this was okay. The Machop protected him, and taught the Trainer a. In the days and weeks that followed, he couldn't stop thinking about the sword. He convinced himself that it was the bare metal that had allowed the sword to pull so much energy from him. A wood or leather handgrip would allow him to control it, he was sure of it.After the longhouse was finished, Wilhan announced that he wanted to go hunting and try to find the flint again. He had a bow made as a byproduct of the lumber split for the new longhouse. The pull was a bit heavy for him, but it was. He was so disconcerted that his finger slipped and he touched it lightly on the edge of the hot pan. “Ow!” Mark hollered and flung his hand back. He swung it around in the air to try to cool the terrible burn on his finger. “Let me take care of that,” Brent said. He held on to Mark’s arm to stop him from flailing, and lightly touched his mouth to the reddening area of skin. Mark instantly blushed, with a startling crimson lighting up his face. “St-stop it!” he tried retrieved his arm from. "She was startled completely when a male voice asked who Randi was."That the boyfriend back home?" he wondered in a voice slurred from sleep andrecreational drug use.Meredith sat bolt upright in her bed."Get the fuck out of here!" she yelled. She recognized her bedmate as the drummer for a rock group who had performed at the same concert as Randi on Halloween night."Hey, take it easy," the man said."I said get the fuck out of here!" Meredith said. "I'm going to take a shower. If you're not gone.