Sprite cursed, looking to the sky and standing quickly. She made to draw her hip shooters, but only succeeded in pulling one. She looked down, confused. The knife. The knife sticking out of her side got in the way.

Sprite looked up to the sky again. Her hyper-focus thought she spotted movement, a small spec, slowly growing larger

There wasn’t time for a knife in her side. And besides, the shock was over, and the adrenaline bath felt marvelous.

She looked down again, bright red blood soaking her side, sun reflecting brightly off the portion of the blade still exposed.