The fork whizzed through the air like an arrow leaving the bow and went straight through Duncan's arm.

"Ah!" he screamed, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"Remember, if this happens again, I won't stop at just an arm," Dustin warned.

"You … you're ballsy!" Duncan pressed his arm that was bleeding profusely, and ran for his life—his former moments of glory had now turned into a humiliating spectacle.

"Dustin, what was that thing you took out earlier? Why did that guy get on his knee immediat