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and struck at the Zephyr, keeping it aloft. Green bodies gleaming, they flashed and spun through theair. With jewellery clattering and feet stomping, they timed each movement to coincide with the rolling drumbeat.
Charlie’s jaw dropped open. She didn’t know what to make of it. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. The closest thing she could compare it to was martial arts mixed with dancing and gymnastics, but all ferociously blended together by a tornado. She loved it.
Kelko, amazingly graceful considering his huge bulk, hooked the Zephyr out of the air and, with rapid taps, weaved the shuttlecock past all the other Tremen. Flipping on to his hands, he kicked it skyward, then flipped back to his feet to regain control of it with a toss of his head. Tapping the Zephyr with his knees, he spun away from the circle’s edge and back into the fray.
Stotch began to count and Charlie joined in:‘One … Two … Three …!’ Jensen was calmly standing by the side of the grassy circle. ‘Four … Five …!’
With a shout, Jensen burst into the circle. Kelko saw him coming and flipped out of the way. Spinning and weaving, he anxiously tried to keep the other Tremen between himself and Jensen. It didn’t slow Jensen down at all. Ducking and gliding and with the beating of the drums pushing him on, Jensen drew closer to Kelko and the shuttlecock.
Charlie was still counting: ‘… Seven … Eight … Nine …!’
Whipping his leg around, Jensen hooked the Zephyr from Kelko. Laughing and catcalling, Jensen cartwheeled away, the shuttlecock seeming to blur and weave around his body. Kelko howled in annoyance and leaped after the jeering Treman.
‘One … Two … Three,’ shouted Charlie, starting the count anew.
Inside the circle, all the Tremen were desperately chasing Jensen. The pace intensified and, as the drums began to pound even faster, the booming base of the percussion filled the firelit clearing.
Charlie could feel her blood boil as she was caught up in the excitement. Inside the circle the Tremen were frantically flinging out all their best moves and combinations. Jensen continued to taunt them and laugh at their efforts.
‘Four … Five … Six …!’
Bellowing, Kelko clambered up an unfortunate Treman. Using the Treman’s shoulders like a springboard, he flung himself across the circle, right at Jensen’s back.
‘Seven … Eight …!’
Kelko, stomach wobbling, arms flailing, flew through the air. Stretching out his hands, he reached for the Zephyr.
‘Nine …!’
‘Jensen’s gonna lose it!’ shouted Stotch.
‘It’s mine!’ cried Kelko, his wrist flicking out to snatch at the Zephyr. ‘It’s mine!’
‘Get ’im!’ shouted another Treman.
The rest of the players launched themselves at Jensen’s legs.
Laughing wickedly, Jensen flicked the shuttlecock upward and, somersaulting after it, leaped above Kelko’s astonished face. The remaining Tremen slammed together in a heap and fell to the ground, groaning and cursing. Kelko flew out of the circle and landed, backside first, in the fire. Screaming and hollering, he leaped up and raced around the glade, beating at his flaming trousers.
Jensen landed cat-like with a huge grin, the Zephyr balancing on his head.
‘Ten!’ called out Charlie.
‘Shazam!’ shouted Jensen, flinging the Zephyr overhead. ‘Who’s the daddy?’ He started to dance and jig around. ‘Who’s the man? Who’s the best? Who’s got game? Ye-hah! Ride them, pappy, ride them!’ He galloped around the clearing on an imaginary horse and waved a pretend cowboy hat in the air. He cackled in delight as he passed Kelko, who was busy pouring water over his burnt backside.
‘Wow, that was incredible!’ said Charlie, eyes wide with excitement. ‘Stotch, you’ve got to teach me how to do that!’
‘Not me, blossom,’ he said, joining in with the Tremen’s applause. ‘K’Changa’s not me style at all! But if ya were ta
Charlie’s jaw dropped open. She didn’t know what to make of it. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. The closest thing she could compare it to was martial arts mixed with dancing and gymnastics, but all ferociously blended together by a tornado. She loved it.
Kelko, amazingly graceful considering his huge bulk, hooked the Zephyr out of the air and, with rapid taps, weaved the shuttlecock past all the other Tremen. Flipping on to his hands, he kicked it skyward, then flipped back to his feet to regain control of it with a toss of his head. Tapping the Zephyr with his knees, he spun away from the circle’s edge and back into the fray.
Stotch began to count and Charlie joined in:‘One … Two … Three …!’ Jensen was calmly standing by the side of the grassy circle. ‘Four … Five …!’
With a shout, Jensen burst into the circle. Kelko saw him coming and flipped out of the way. Spinning and weaving, he anxiously tried to keep the other Tremen between himself and Jensen. It didn’t slow Jensen down at all. Ducking and gliding and with the beating of the drums pushing him on, Jensen drew closer to Kelko and the shuttlecock.
Charlie was still counting: ‘… Seven … Eight … Nine …!’
Whipping his leg around, Jensen hooked the Zephyr from Kelko. Laughing and catcalling, Jensen cartwheeled away, the shuttlecock seeming to blur and weave around his body. Kelko howled in annoyance and leaped after the jeering Treman.
‘One … Two … Three,’ shouted Charlie, starting the count anew.
Inside the circle, all the Tremen were desperately chasing Jensen. The pace intensified and, as the drums began to pound even faster, the booming base of the percussion filled the firelit clearing.
Charlie could feel her blood boil as she was caught up in the excitement. Inside the circle the Tremen were frantically flinging out all their best moves and combinations. Jensen continued to taunt them and laugh at their efforts.
‘Four … Five … Six …!’
Bellowing, Kelko clambered up an unfortunate Treman. Using the Treman’s shoulders like a springboard, he flung himself across the circle, right at Jensen’s back.
‘Seven … Eight …!’
Kelko, stomach wobbling, arms flailing, flew through the air. Stretching out his hands, he reached for the Zephyr.
‘Nine …!’
‘Jensen’s gonna lose it!’ shouted Stotch.
‘It’s mine!’ cried Kelko, his wrist flicking out to snatch at the Zephyr. ‘It’s mine!’
‘Get ’im!’ shouted another Treman.
The rest of the players launched themselves at Jensen’s legs.
Laughing wickedly, Jensen flicked the shuttlecock upward and, somersaulting after it, leaped above Kelko’s astonished face. The remaining Tremen slammed together in a heap and fell to the ground, groaning and cursing. Kelko flew out of the circle and landed, backside first, in the fire. Screaming and hollering, he leaped up and raced around the glade, beating at his flaming trousers.
Jensen landed cat-like with a huge grin, the Zephyr balancing on his head.
‘Ten!’ called out Charlie.
‘Shazam!’ shouted Jensen, flinging the Zephyr overhead. ‘Who’s the daddy?’ He started to dance and jig around. ‘Who’s the man? Who’s the best? Who’s got game? Ye-hah! Ride them, pappy, ride them!’ He galloped around the clearing on an imaginary horse and waved a pretend cowboy hat in the air. He cackled in delight as he passed Kelko, who was busy pouring water over his burnt backside.
‘Wow, that was incredible!’ said Charlie, eyes wide with excitement. ‘Stotch, you’ve got to teach me how to do that!’
‘Not me, blossom,’ he said, joining in with the Tremen’s applause. ‘K’Changa’s not me style at all! But if ya were ta
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