CEREBUS
Rusted cans were stacked in pyramids along the fence, toppled and re-stacked so many times that the ground beneath them was scarred with divots.
And in the middle of it all stood Ellie, sweat plastering strands of hair to her brow, a broomstick clutched like a rapier. She lunged, jabbed, spun, her feet sliding across the dust. Across from her, three sets of eyes followed every movement. Alpha tracked her with rigid discipline, Beta measured her rhythm, and Gamma — cheeky Gamma — waited until just the right moment before springing forward in a mock attack.
“Too slow,” Ellie barked, sidestepping and jabbing the broomstick toward Alpha. “You’d have been skewered twice over.”
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