Stealth had other ideas.  She jumped in front of Riley and he tripped over her, a mess of flailing arms and legs.  Whether it was right or not, Stealth had had enough of this entire situation and the game.

Chel ran faster than she thought she could and the pole seemed to become lighter with every step.  She was fixated on Trasik’s back with knowledge that Riley had given her weeks ago.  She just had to hit her once and Trasik was in the perfect angle, unless she moved.

“Speak!  Answer—“  Trasik took delight in shaking Lexx’s head a little more, causing him more pain.   Then, a sharp pain shook her body followed by a sickening sound of ripping flesh and cloth.  A flood of warmth spread down her chest and she went rigid.