Instead, Breal caught the swing.
It echoed hard against her hand.
She got right in Polly’s face. “Stand still.”
Polly blinked.
And the next thing she knew, Breal was in the air again, climbing on the rails and flipping back and forth.
Mesmerized, Polly didn’t realize what she was doing, until Breal pulled out a blaster and started shooting at her.
Polly jumped and started shifting around. “You didn’t say anything about guns!” She held up her bat like she was a dang space knight or something, and hoped maybe a shot would bounce off the metal.
Breal kept shooting at her.
“At” being the important word.
Every one of Breal’s shots missed.
Barely.
She glanced at Breal, and in that moment, Polly knew, it was by design. She was making a show for the audience, one that would work to get them out of this. How dominating her this much in the Pit would help, Polly didn’t know, but she had to hope that Breal knew what she was doing.
Breal hit the ground again, this time, from behind, and before Polly could swing around, she grabbed her in a choke hold from the back.
Polly struggled against her, but she couldn’t pull away.
She scanned around, her eyes wide in panic.
And there.
She saw invisible people.
Son of a bitch!
Polly fought harder against Breal. Clawing at her arm.
“Breal! Breal!”
Breal spun her around. “What?”
“Cloaked people.”
She froze. “Where?”
“All around the levels, against the walls.”
Breal pulled her even closer to her. “How many?”
“Like one over every section,” Polly said.
“Armed?”
“Looks like it.”
She took a breath. “I’m going to push you down. You run for the door. I’ll handle the invasion.” She looked at Polly. “You’re absolutely sure about what you see?”
Polly nodded. “One Hundred percent.”
