W E S S E X
Luckily for both of them, there are no eyes lost today and no dignity either; Sam gets his good shot and Wessex throws herself backwards, half back-bending in an absurd Matrix-style move and half stumbling out of range of the chakram, It hums by above and in front of her before gently landing back in Sam’s hand.
Wessex rights herself, a look of satisfaction on her face. “See, that’s what I was waiting for. You just needed a little practice. Everyone does. I’ve had her for… a year or so? I mean I couldn’t pick up your bookmaking stuff in just three goes.” Heading back to where her brother stands, she gives him a little bit of a ribalding nudge, as if to say right? She’s not artistic. Everyone knows it.
Wessex rights herself, a look of satisfaction on her face. “See, that’s what I was waiting for. You just needed a little practice. Everyone does. I’ve had her for… a year or so? I mean I couldn’t pick up your bookmaking stuff in just three goes.” Heading back to where her brother stands, she gives him a little bit of a ribalding nudge, as if to say right? She’s not artistic. Everyone knows it.
The Wraith
