“She clutched her staff and brought it up with numb fingers. He raised a dark eyebrow. “You plan to fight me with a stick?” “I can hand it over and tell you what to do with it, if you promise to follow directions.” She moved the stick slowly. Not fast enough to give away her skill, but enough to warm her wrists and get blood flowing back into her limbs. “I’ll take option number one, thank you,” he said.”
