“Flying leopard?” Jameson murmured. “Hidden mongoose!” Xander replied, and an instant later, they were crashing into Nash in a truly impressive synchronized flying tackle. In a one-on-one fight, Nash could take either one of them. But it was hard to get the upper hand when you had one brother on your torso and another pinning your legs and feet. “We should go,” I told Oren. Nash was cursing up a storm behind us. Xander began serenading him with a brotherly limerick.
LMAO GET ITTTT ITS MIDNIGHT AND IM STRUGGLING TO HOLD IN MY LAUGHTER
