Bat

I watched him grab a bat and prepare to swing like a big boy. When the missile came inbound, he swung with impotent rage, and the bat flaccidly conformed to the warhead. I started to swing for him. The harsh clang of immobile metals shattered my eardrums. My bones weakened, and shattered under the new weight. My cold feet were warmed by the fiery mixture of iron and water pumping from my heart to a wound. With new sensation, those wet toes sank into the earth, and the bat moved. The detonation never came.