Do ya wanna build a stab-stick?

Whelp. He probably should have expected something like that. The shattering noise seemed to come from inside him and boy did it hurt! Reflexively, he dropped the handle of the axe. It was like waves of pain reverberated through his bones and up into his skull. He could see stars, dancing more frustratingly than the fireflies did. But the damn crystal still hadn’t even yielded a chip.

He wasn’t going to let a little something like a sore head stop him though. Readjusting his grip on the handle, he angled himself to swing again. He wasn’t going to let a little sparkly rock beat him! Especially not when he had a girl to impress.

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