Personal Narrative Essay: Bradley's Fight

I woke up to screams. My eyes shot open and I stood right up to see what was going on. The youngest kids were either mindlessly panicking or running away. Then I saw why. The Anti-magic groups found us and attacked while I was sleeping! I saw Katie and Bradley fighting off lots of them. They had amazing teamwork, Katie would trip one and as he fell, Bradley would hit him in the throat. You could tell just by looking that their magic skills had improved greatly in the years we’d lived together. Katie could almost instantly turn parts of the ground into ice, and Bradley would repetitively strike with small bursts of lightning.

I didn’t have time to watch because pretty soon, somebody found me. He was wearing the same uniform that everyone else was, all black leather with a patch of their emblem sewn on the right shoulder. The emblem was a jagged blade that everybody in the group used. He charged at me, ready to swing the trademark blade, but I ducked under. While his back was still turned I kicked the back of his knees, causing him to fall over. He wasn’t done yet though. He pushed himself off the ground and swung his fist at me. I blocked it with my hand and lit a fire in my palm. He pulled his hand back swiftly and shook it while grunting. While he was still stunned I punched him in the stomach. That knocked him out, I like to think
If we did somehow win, then what would our lives be like? Would we still be living under a bridge? If we took out Bodhi and the largest group, then would the others finally back off? Bradley seemed to notice the look on my face. “So?” he questioned. I thought for a minute. Jackson wasn’t the best fighter or the oldest kid, but he was pretty good. “I think you should ask him.” I sighed. Katie and Bradley’s faces lit up with joy, and in a flash they ran off. I jogged off after