232 Not A Sword
"Mav! Victor is getting back up!" Haley squealed. "We don't have time! Make it happen now!"

"I'm on it!" Maverick answered, getting three people on a private radio channel.

"Valeria! Drew! Lance!" he hollered into the microphone. "Get to Starfall immediately. It's lying only a few yards away from your location. Make the sword vertical somehow. Let me know once it is done. Hurry!"

While Victor slowly rose to his feet, the beastly features relapsing, his generals sprung into action. They rushed to Starfall, which was lying abandoned on the beach sand.

The sword was still dark and gave off eerie vibes, but it was no longer glowing. The trio slipped their fingers under it.

Starfall weighed over fifteen tons; therefore, even with their combined efforts, it wouldn't budge from its position.

Val and Drew exchanged serious glances and asked Lance Baker to stand back.

"The King's Hand!" they hollered in unison. Using the special privilege accorded to generals of the NWO, they accessed monstrous
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