Mark flew back and his body struck a rock. The heated shield scorched his chest, and Mark threw it aside in frustration. He practically had no weapon to fight with, and was barely able to stand up. It seemed to him like this whole contest would be for nothing. He would go back to his parents' house, with no prize and only injuries to show for hios effort.
He couldn't allow that.
Slowly, Mark rose to his feet, and then suddenly charged at Scrapper, shouting a battlecry.