Naomi Kenway stepped onto the single-plank bridge. She glanced down and saw the pit below was filled with foam balls to ensure the guests' safety.
Lifting the pillow in her hand, Naomi Kenway swung it through the air a couple of times to test its weight.
It wasn't soft and fluffy like she'd imagined; this pillow had been weighted.
River King's voice rang out. "Is everyone ready?"
He blew his whistle. "Begin!"
Nathaniel Lynch stared at Naomi Kenway with contempt. "So you can't say I'm bullying you, I'll let you have the first hit. I won't fight back."
Naomi Kenway nodded and, without the slightest hesitation, swung the pillow at Nathaniel Lynch.
There was a sharp POP.
The balloon on Nathaniel Lynch's left shoulder burst from the brutal attack. His body wobbled, and he nearly fell off the bridge.
Amidst the gasps from the blue team, Nathaniel Lynch barely managed to steady himself. Then, meeting Naomi Kenway's icy gaze, he ground his teeth. "Fine. You really are..."
