Blood dripped slowly down the blade of the spear and Trasik was still fully conscious, but stunned.  This was not what she had expected.  She had won.  The two dice who had beaten Lexx were standing on the other side of Lexx and Chel staring at her.  Neither of them made a move or any sound as they watched.

Chel stumbled over herself, careful of Lexx’s mangled wings as she tried to get his attention.  He was healing quickly from his injuries and the edges of his most severely injured wing feathers were glittering with activity as they were reabsorbed and converted back to energy for use in the process.  It was like watching the last flickering embers of a fire still feeding on a lump of coal.

Lexx clumsily moved his arms toward Chel.  He wasn’t fully aware of what had just happened, just that Chel was there and Trasik was no longer pulling on his hair.  Chel was saying something, but he couldn’t hear her words.  He could feel her pressing her hands lightly on his armored chest plate.  She was concerned about hurting him further, he knew that, even though most of his worst injuries had already been healed and the pain was rapidly lessening.  She wouldn’t know that.

He smiled, opening his eyes to see her.  First, there was only the pale violet of the sky, then his eyes began to focus and he could move his head.  Lexx was going to push himself upright in a moment, but something else caught his eye.  Trasik was still sitting beside them, her hand fumbling down the side of her dress and into a pocket.  He squinted, trying to see what she was doing.  She raised her arm.

“Chel!  Look out!!”  Riley shouted from behind Trasik.  He and Stealth were a few feet behind them and both lunged toward Trasik.