![]() ![]() His unprotected-by-leather hip greeted the rubber missile readily, bouncing it off several times before using an elbow to send the ball toward the farther side of the wall, causing it to fly in an impressive arc, as though shot from a dart-thrower. Not bothering to take the ball with his hands, as the trainer or the Master of the Game was allowed to do, the old warrior motioned curtly, indicating his wish to receive it as a throw. The commanding voice of Yaotzin, the veteran warrior responsible for today’s training, rang with the utmost contempt. ![]() It hit the ground with a loud thud, bouncing lightly, indifferent to his team’s looming defeat. ![]() Grinding his teeth, Necalli lunged toward it, throwing himself in the direction of the ricocheting rubber, knowing he had no chance. The ball bounced against the sloping wall, missing one of its marks by a mere fraction. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, transmitted or distributed in any form or by any means whatsoever, without prior written permission from the copyright owner, unless by reviewers who wish to quote brief passages.įor more information about this book, the author and her work, please visit ![]()
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