Chapter 51: Strange Carnivores

The practice sessions became a lot more interesting. When Sherry went into 'green mode' neither of us could touch her. She still worked on forms and positions, and soaked up everything that we could teach her. Her style became a blend of Spanish sabre and Japanese katana. Sherry wasn't worried in the slightest about the green glow.  She was simply doing what I had told her to do, fill herself with light and push it out. Each day she came up with crazier challenges for her control, laying two pieces of paper in a stack and cutting through one and not the other, or slicing through a glass bottle without it shattering. For her it was just another game.

Bubba and I talked about her abilities while she slept.

"Remember when you speared me?" I asked with my head on his shoulder. The shudder jostled me and I leaned on an elbow and brushed his hair.

"It is not something I will ever forget," Bubba said.

"The spear brushed Sherry's ribs before it hit me."