Twyla looked at Bastian and then at the testing space. Was he really expecting her to throw weapons around? Was he really expecting her to throw weapons at him? From the evil glint in his eyes, he was.
"You do know I'm mortal and breakable, right?" she reminded him.
"You worry too much," he brushed off. "Now. Come stand here." He pointed to a block on the floor. She stood on the block that looked like all the other blocks and tried not to feel foolish.
"Stop moving," he ordered. He looked down at something on the table in front of her. "Okay, great. You really are quite short." Twyla stuck her tongue out at him. He waved his hand around for a bit and then joined her in the empty space.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"The testing space has calibrated your specs and will ensure that you don't die."
Twyla processed that information. "So, I'll still get hurt?"
