Brick managed to put some distance between himself and the warriors but he could still hear them chanting as if they were right behind him. It sounded as if they were chanting "Seize him! Seize him!" in their language, over and over again.
There’s no time to stop and rest, he thought to himself. Brick may be a veteran but his 44-year-old legs weren’t what they used to be, and he felt as if they would give out at any moment.
Suddenly, a deep rumbling drowned out the warriors’ murderous chants. Brick felt the earth move beneath him. It couldn't be an earthquake because unless Discovery Channel was wrong, there were no fault lines in that part of the world. Suddenly he heard an elephant call. Brick glanced back to see the herd of elephants catching up to him. There was one elephant up in front leading the pack, and there was an oddly shaped man, if you could call him a man, riding on top of the elephant. Judging by the figure Brick knew it was Hunchie.
Brick continued to run at full speed but now his focus was only on one thing-How did Hunchie even manage to get on top of the giant elephant? As soon as he thought that, Brick was choking on a cloud of dust. Then all of a sudden he felt his shirt being grabbed by a hook, and he was hoisted on top of the elephant. Hunchie had managed to steal a special weapon from the village. The weapon resembled a fishing line but it was much larger.
"Thank you, brother," Brick managed to say after he came to his senses.
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