Po grabbed a walking stick and made his way outside as quickly as he could. The sun was getting dangerously low in the sky.
He found Hundun holding Fang upside down by one hand. The little rabbit kicked Hundun hard in the nose.
Hundun growled. “After I crush you, I’m gonna crush this whole sorry village!”
Po limped up to him. “You like picking on adorable, furry creatures, Hundun? Well I got your adorable, furry creature right here!”
Whack! Po used the walking stick to take Hundun by surprise. Then he jumped up and used his good leg to deliver a second blow. The big rhino went flying.
Po grinned at his success. He was winning. “Now maybe you’ll think twice before you—whoa!”
Hundun charged at Po. Po grabbed the rhino’s head and pushed Hundun away.
“You have no chance, Po! You taught me your kung-fu secrets long ago!” Hundun reminded him. He broke Po’s cane in half. Then he took off his fake horn and replaced it with a sharp sword!
He charged at Po again, this time moving very surely and swiftly. As Po ducked to avoid the sword, Hundun landed blow after blow on Po’s face. Then he grabbed Po and hurled him into a stone wall. Po fell facedown.
“Can’t . . . hold out . . . much longer,” Po said weakly.
Hundun pressed a foot down on the back of Po’s neck. “Perfect. Now you can enjoy your permanent nap of permanence, which is long and without ending. Permanently!”
As Hundun walked away, Po opened his eyes. “This can’t be happening,” he said, and then it hit him. “And I can’t let it happen.”
He got to his feet. “I’ve had enough of this, Hundun. I hope you won’t be too sad about not being the Dragon Warrior anymore.”
“Too late! The sun has set!” Hundun said, pointing to the sky. “I am and always will be the Dragon Warrior!”