Under the arrows of the sunbathing the arena, a glisten of light broke Ned's search for his sword. The old iron-sword was in the middle-edge of the arena.
Swift laid resting behind Ned, with one knee on the ground, the other over the lap. She looked up and said, "Ned?"
"Stay still," he said over his shoulder. "This won't take long."
Swift nodded. Ned wasn't sure if she was smiling but the nod seemed to be enthusiastic.
ICE, his voice sounded inside his thoughts. Give me a boost every ten seconds. I don't want Overclock to deplete today.
[Copy, Ned.]
Ned's Overclock was due once used by the day. So he planned to use it a fraction when needed. Every ten seconds, ICE will give Ned a quick Overclock boost, which would double his speed and strength. Enough for him to follow-up with the speed of the Werecat. Too much if he goes all-out.
