"I wish that Mike can't hurt me or take the stone."
Mike reached forwards to grab Jon's wrist, but it felt like almost nothing. And when Mike pulled back, it was like pulling on a telephone pole. Then he tried throwing a punch, and the punch clanged against Jon's stomach, not hurting him at all.
"You know," said Jon. "I'm really sick and tired of you bullying me around. You were here for two minutes and already you were punching me in the stomach. I really don't like this. So I wish that you...."
