Trickshot dodged the giant rat’s gnashing teeth, forcing him to dive to the side. The rat smashed into several more desks before whirling around to face Trickshot again, but Trickshot punched it in the face hard enough to send the rat rolling backward. The giant rat rolled into the wall on the other side of the classroom, where it lay with a dazed expression on its face.
“That thing still isn’t dead yet?” said Holes behind Trickshot in disbelief. “You’ve punched it like, what, three or four times now?”
“Six,” said Trickshot, wincing at his aching fist. “And it’s tougher than it looks. Pretty sure its skull is made of steel.”
A mad laugh caused Trickshot to look to his right. A stereotypical mad scientist with a huge black afro stood on the other end of the room, his gloved arms folded
