“Frank please rip the door of that van if you could.” Ethel requested.

  “Can do. I’m very good at pulling doors.”

  Frank grabbed the passenger side door and ripped it off the van. The startled Gryalth leaped from the van, raising their weapons. They both tripped to the ground. They found their feet had been wrapped tightly in rapidly growing grass.

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  Frank grabbed one of them and tossed them far into the air.

  “Yeah, I am the best! No one can beat me in the ring!” Frank screamed after the Gryalth.

  Ethel dispatched the second much more gently. She pushed the plants down its throat.

  Gryalth killed 1/50