THUD.

"Ouch!!!"

A stray rock had hit his shoulder. "Holy cannoli that hurt!" Pao could tell he was going to have to do some serious nursing to his sore body parts before the Championship Match. Speaking of which... Oh gosh, and I had almost forgotten, too. Another jolt of panic swept through his body just in time for him to catch sight of another rock hitting the ground right in front of him.

Now's not the time to lose your nerve, Mancini. You're a Badger, and Badgers are FIERCE! Worrying will just distract you and you'll be out here longer. So go get those rocks and worry about that match later. "Yeah!" he cried.

He positioned himself about a half meter to the left of where the rock had hit the ground. Hoping he had guessed correctly, he waited for the rock to come back down. In a few seconds he heard the happy sound that indicated success. "Six!" He had guessed correctly as to how much the wind would carry it.

So where's my next vic--? PLUNK. "Seven!" Now that had been lucky!