The Wizenard Series: Training Camp by Kobe Bryant & Wesley King

Author:Kobe Bryant & Wesley King [Bryant, Kobe & King, Wesley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-09T18:34:45+00:00

Devon knew his opponents were in trouble now. He drove forward, pushing Jerome up the ramp.

“A-Wall just took off!” Big John shouted from somewhere else in the fortress.

“So did Lab!” Twig called.

Devon heard feet lumbering across the bridge behind him. He glanced back and saw that both A-Wall and Lab had come to join his attack. Jerome saw them too and blanched.

“Oh no,” he whispered.

Devon felt the others collide with his back and pushed at the same time. The combined assault sent Jerome flying into the far wall, and Devon, Lab, and A-Wall streamed into the castle and turned for the final ramp, where Rain was facing them alone. Rain lifted his pad, stunned.

“Help!” he shouted.

Devon paused, seeing the dread on his face. But this was the point of the drill. To use his strength. That was what Kallo had shown him. Devon lowered his pad and charged, sending Rain airborne as well, then led the red team up the final ramp to the trophy. He hoisted it with one hand, its rim catching the light.

Sir Devon the Brave saves the day! he thought.

“Way to go, big man!” Reggie said, clapping him on the back.

“The beast!” Vin shouted. “I knew you had it in you!”

Devon felt a flush of pride.

“One minute and forty-seven seconds,” Rolabi said. His voice carried over the celebrations, muting them. “Blue team, you will now attack. You have two minutes to prepare.”

The blue team dejectedly headed down the nearest ramp to huddle. Devon put the trophy back and wondered how they would stop the blue team from doing the same thing to them—overwhelming one of the ramps.

“We need a plan,” Lab said.

Vin nodded. “It’s tough. Devon and I can each take a ramp. Lab, you and Reggie—”

“No,” Reggie said.

Everyone turned to him. He looked around the castle and laughed.

“What’s funny?” Vin asked.

“It’s actually pretty simple,” Reggie said. “The other ramps are just distractions.”

“What are you talking about?” Lab asked.

Reggie gestured to the trophy. “All we have to do is protect the trophy.”

Vin frowned. “Right . . .”

“So we only need to block the last ramp,” Reggie said. “That’s it.”

“Of course,” Lab said, whistling.

“We defend it together ,” Reggie said. “Big man, you take the front spot.”

He patted Devon on the shoulder, then took the spot closest to the trophy. One by one they stepped in front of Reggie, placing their pads one behind another as if laying bricks. Finally, Devon stepped in front, hoisting his own pad into position like a great iron gate. He set his feet apart and waited, fighting back a smile. Sir Devon the Strong was now literally holding the fort.

“Begin!” Rolabi said.

Devon soon heard the pounding of armored footsteps on the ramps. The blue team charged onto the second level with a triumphant-looking Rain at the lead. But his grin didn’t last long: he saw Devon and slid to an abrupt stop, frowning. The rest of the blue team slammed into his back.

Rain narrowed his eyes. “Push!”

The blue team charged into Devon, but he held them easily.

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