The large man hooted as the whip cracked against the ice. The metal cylynder, fashioned to a point at one end so as to be a cone spun ferociously in response. Pleased, the man rested for a second, drinking in the fruits of his thunderous lash.
So soft, he scant hear it, the whirrrrrrr followed by 3 rapid, high cracks. Rage filled his heart and he let forth another thunderous lash that sent the heavy top into a feverous spin. This would not be the year Bendy Smalltop gained gold in the Harbin Spin Masters Cup.