Chapter 11
A gift from old friends
Iggie ran toward Barrel. "You plan to attack me again?" Barrel said, smiling evilly. "How idiotic of you."
"What the heck's happening?" Iggie said. "Dad said you weren't that smart!"
"I'm slowly regaining my previous state," Barrel said. "Grave Robbers need intellect and physical strength."
"Grave Robber?" Iggie said. "You don't look like you could rob tombs. You're not that built."
"I was, until your old man put me and my cohorts through an experiment!" Barrel said. "I was in the best shape of my life, until it all came crashing down around my ankles! All because your dad wanted servants!"
"You're joking, are you?" Iggie said. "My dad did no such thing!"
Barrel paused as if he heard something that startled him. He turned around. A group of teenagers garbed in black robes walked toward him. "Are you by any chance Bobby Nightshroud?"
"Yes, how'd you know it was me?" Barrel said.
"You're the only grave robber we know with three-toed feet!" One group member said. "We came here to give you this." The group member handed Barrel a sword with skulls decorating the handle. "Use it wisely. Use it to beat Iggie."
"I will!" Barrel said. "Thanks, guys!"
Shock and Lock ran toward Barrel. Shock held a magician's rod in one hand. "I got my old magician's rod!"
Lock gazed at a pair of round discs studded with blades in his hands. "Check it out! I got these awesome weapons!"
"Now we're ready!" Jack said.
"So are we!" The citizens said. They grabbed whatever they could use as a weapon and joined the army.
"I was trained to take down numerous opponents!" Iggie said. He slowly undid the buttons of his outer coat and opened the coat. Several swords and other weapons were pinned to the coat. "I'll take you on! All of you!"