Stefan knew that with a name like Smashing Demon, this beast would be great at hitting the ball hard, right into the middle of the court.

He had to stop the beast playing its favourite shot – the smash.

Stefan served.

The Smashing Demon returned with a super-fast shot. It was impossible to hit the ball back.

The Smashing Demon looked pretty happy about that.

How could Stefan stop the Demon from hitting a smash?

This time, he tapped the ball, low and gentle.

The Demon ran in too late and missed.

‘Yes!’ Hitting the ball softly meant that the Demon couldn’t return with a big smash.

The next couple of shots dropped short on Stefan’s side of the court.

He returned them easily.

The Smashing Demon was furious! It was also a majorly sore loser.

It began shooting fireballs from its bottom and kicking over the drink stations.

‘RAAAARRRR!’ growled the beast, before exploding into a giant black puff of smoke.

‘Woo-hoo!’ Stefan cheered. ‘Take that, fire butt!’

‘Who are you talking to?’ came a voice.

Stefan turned around and saw a girl looking over the fence.