Her eyes widened. An idea came, and she slid her still-shaking hands into her pockets. Jioni continued to shift around. Her hands became more frantic. She searched for the gun Derrin gave her, but she didn’t have it. It had to be with her old clothes. A quick relief high, just to crash back into a worried low. The gun was gone, and the flowers Hippie Girl gave her also seemed to be missing.
“Jiji. You know you’re not authorized to have a gun!” Tracey said.
Jioni frowned. Those words were filled with a disgusting irony, considering this Trial wasn’t authorized. But there was no time to seethe. The Tenebris became loud with the dog whistle noises they made. One, two, now three surrounded her, and the longer she waited, the more they circulated. The fog once again felt dense, and during this crucial moment, her vision was impaired. She clenched her lance with white knuckles, and with a roar, she sliced away at any oncoming Tenebris.
