Trasik looked down to see the large point of the spear jutting out of her body and blinked.  That wasn’t supposed to be there.  She let Lexx go and he fell back with a sharp gasp, catching a brief glimpse of what had just happened before he struck the ground again and was forced to shut his eyes against the pain.

Chel’s hands trembled and slid down the shaft of the spear.  The spear should have stopped when it hit Trasik’s chest plate.  Chel stared at Trasik’s back, the shock of what she had just done freezing her in the moment.  It wasn’t possible.  It was unreal.  Chel’s hands slipped off the spear and her gaze fixated on Lexx, shifting her attention fully away from Trasik.  She didn’t want to think about Trasik.