[Lily]
This situation I was in . . . it's awfully as similar as the one yesterday. Our victory lied on my hands. Again. And I had to do this correctly if we were to reach the semi-finals.
The Thunderstorms leader was walking toward me, her swords of ice glistening under the unrelenting heat of the sun. I readied my stance, every inch of me on high alert.
The woman cracked her neck. And I knew that the scornful expression she was wearing had less to do with those tight braids of hers. "Little birdie thinks she can outsmart the lightning's glow," she spat.
I wasn't hearing her. I wasn't hearing anything. All my senses had shut out everything except the court that I was standing on.
