GENRE: MG Humor
I scooped a fistful of mud from the ditch next to the track and patted it into a ball. “Is she looking?”
Next to me, Ryan mixed sand into our mud patch so our ammunition wouldn't fall apart as soon as it left our hands. On the other side of the track, tufts of bright yellow and brown hair moved through the overgrown grass at the edge of the school yard as the girls peeked out from their base. There were five or six Harpies this time. They outnumbered us. We needed to press the attack soon, or they would have way more mud balls than we did.
"She just moved for the swing set." Paul stood on my other side, scanning for Mrs. Hammish, the recess monitor. He had been smart enough to wear his bright orange raincoat today. I should have thought of that. It made him look like a traffic cone, but it would keep him safe from the mud carnage about to go down. My own clothes were going to get demolished.
"Her back's turned," Paul hissed, grabbing my shoulder and shaking. "We're good. Go go go!"
"I AM IRON MAN!" Ryan's battle cry rattled my brain. He exploded out of the ditch and hurled the first shot across the track. The dirt clod soared like an eagle and smashed into enemy territory, sending a rain of brown goo smattering across the girls' heads. A flurry of high-pitched shrieks rose to the sky.
That was why we called them Harpies.