Toby Fisher and the Blood Curse by Ian McFarlane

Author:Ian McFarlane
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Young Adult, Magic, Action & Adventure, Family, Fantasy, Dragons, Boys, King Arthur, Ghosts, Friendship
ISBN: 9781091172203
Publisher: Mucky Puck Books
Published: 2019-09-12T04:00:00+00:00

15 - The Blood Curse

Arty was being held back by a pair of white gloves on mechanical arms; he had been threatening to vault the balcony, race onto the field and poke the English Bulldog’s eye out for missing a golden opportunity to rip a leg off a Scottish Stag. Toby was beside himself with laughter as his best mate did everything he could to wriggle out of the grasp of the white gloves, including loosening his belt and squirming free of his jeans. But at the moment of freedom a black glove karate-chopped him to the ground. Apparently, they were reserved for the most unruly fans. Finally, as if he had exhausted every ounce of energy, the young warrior flopped onto the chair in a sulky huff and stared off into the distance as if imagining a more pleasing scene playing out on the red streaked pitch.

‘And they call them Bulldogs. It’s a blinkin’ insult – poodles more like.’ And then Arty rocketed to his feet, fever in his eyes, as a blue-shirted troll claimed the loose ball, tucked it under his armpit and tore through a gap … only to be smashed to the ground by two Bulldogs who tried their best to tear his arm off. ‘Gordon Bennett! Leg! Rip his leg off! He can’t run with one leg – oh, they’re blinking useless.’ Arty flopped back onto his seat like a rejected lamb chop from the cutting table. And then bounced up again as a Bulldog troll sank her teeth into the ear of a Scottish defender, shook her head vigorously and spat out a small lump of meat. She then slammed her fist into the face of the one-eared troll and grabbed the abandoned ball. ‘Run, you stupid sod! RUN!’

The English Bulldog palm-faced the first defender generating a red and cream stained cloud that exploded from the nose. The hapless creature was lifted off his feet, cartwheeling into a stampeding wall of trolls. The ball-carrier dug her toes into the soil and propelled her gnarled, pustular body against the next creature, applying a shoulder barge that appeared to collapse the poor beast’s ribs with an explosive oomph that echoed around the stadium. The Scottish defence roared with fury and closed on the charging troll. A shoulder smashed into the Bulldog’s hips and another pile-drived into her gut. A third troll sailed through the air like a cloud of arrows, collapsing the ball-carrier like a folding map. The ball spun loose from her lifeless hands, rolled through the air and was grasped by an English Bulldog, who clasped it to his chest. With one flowing motion he dropped his shoulder and smashed into a nose, snapping a defender’s head back with the speed of a whip, her arms flailing helplessly as the ball-carrier trampled over the top and into clear space.

‘What the blinkin’ hell is she trying to do?’ cried Arty.

‘Score a try, you plonker,’ said Toby, wiping mirthful tears from his eyes.

‘But some Stags are still breathing down there!’

Toby levered himself out of the chair.

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