(AN: I beeeeellliiieeevvveee in Sal! Sorry I took so long to respond. ^^;; Good thread, girlies! <3}
Sal always had to aim for Mitch's head, didn't she/he? The disoriented boy vaguely heard Sal say his parting words, but it was still a few more moments before Mitch could sit up. An aching headache ensued, but it wasn't so bad as the time he really got knocked out.
"Not again," he muttered. "Need to learn when to protect my damned stupid head." Then the reason for why he was fighting in the first place popped into that damaged cranium. "Morana. Gotta get back."
It had certainly been an eventful day... As he scrambled up to his feet and hurried back to Asgard, Mitch couldn't help but have a sick feeling in his stomach: something bigger was happening, bigger than he realized...