“Remember! Page 31, page 31,” Tracey screamed from the shadows.
Embarrassment followed immediately.
She didn’t know page 31 that well, let alone how to execute it in a high-activity place like this, but in a desperate show of impressing, she attempted 31.
One leg behind. The other forward and swing. She stumbled and barely hit the Tenebris with the tip of her blade. She tried again. One leg behind. The other forward, and she tripped onto the floor. Her lance drifted away. She shuffled her feet and struggled to stand, then kicked up the dirt on the ground, and while doing so, her hands brushed against something shiny.
