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"What's with the silent treatment?" said Lynn. "This is supposed to be a friendly bout, you know."

What the hell was she saying now? She really didn't understand what an awkward situation she was putting him in, did she? And had she forgotten that the King was watching this, as well? That just compounded things.

In a parallel thought process, he was focusing only on what the Scarf was telling him. Since they were outside, the wind played a bit of havoc with Scarf--in both a good and bad way. It "blurred" things a little in his mind, but it also extended the range of what he could sense by quite a bit. The treeline in the distance was fairly clear to him, at least in terms of general shape, whereas Lynn's figure was faintly "smeared."

He could still sense her movements with immense precision, however. He noticed her posture shift suddenly, her arm raise, and the aberration shadow extend from her hand. She was about to attack him again.

So he materialized an iron platform beneath her feet, taller than himself and with enough force to pop her high up into the air like a bouncy ball.

It took her a second to get her bearings, but she caught herself on a swirling bed of violet shadow, landing in front of him. Hector had been prepared to catch her with an iron slide, but he could tell with the Scarf and with his own eyes that it wouldn't be necessary.

"Ho ho!" said Lynnette with a smile as the purple dissipated around her. "That was fast! Good job."

Hector frowned, though she wouldn't be able to see it through his helmet. "Lynn, this is a bad idea..."

"Why?"

"I tried to tell you--"

"Well, there's your problem," said Lynn. "Don't tell me. Show me." And she lunged toward him again, her white cloak wreathed in smoldering purple.

Y'know what? Fine, he decided. Maybe there was a safe way that he could show her.