The dice at her feet swayed, gasping for air as he held them all within the palm of his hand, squeezing enough to make them stop. They went down, rolling with their mouths open, tongues lolling.

Chel’s face flashed through Lexx’s mind; how horrified she would be watching him. He scared her, but he didn’t have a choice. This match had to end immediately. No more running.

His opponent crumpled, clawing at the gold bands around her neck as the red in her face shifted to purple and blue. She rolled, only allowed enough air to keep her from dying. A burn rose in her throat, and Lexx felt it, shared in her pain by the connection.

5:15

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I’m going to get back to my checklists, because I am NOT remembering to upload things when they’re done. 🙁 – Tiff