Rather than charge over to him, she stood back watching him nervously bouncing from foot to foot.Ling and William looked at each other from across the...room. They exchanged a head nod before Ling asked, "Have you kept up with your training?" Of course," William answered in a neutral tone."We shall have to spar later," Ling said thinking it was a relatively neutral activity that would help repair the damage to their relationship."I look forward to it," William answered. It would be nice to spar. When I got back to the room, Lisa and Amanda were ready to go. The water was off in Barb's room, so I expected her at any time."So what's the plan?" I asked."Well. Rather than hang out in stuffy old London, I thought we'd come to Wales and relax before our holiday," Amanda said.I smiled. "And?" And I grew up here in Cardiff," Amanda said."And?" And... I'd like you guys to meet my mom?"I laughed. It felt good to get ahead of one girl one time. "Why don't you call her and see if we can get. I can’t think. Everything’s blurry. My mind is reduced to a primordial desperate plea for survival. I hear voices, but nothing makes sense. Somebody’s crying. Her. She’s crying, braying like a goddamn donkey. I try to focus on her voice, to make sense of the world around me. ‘Harold! You have to stop! You’ll kill him!’ she’s sobbing. ‘Goddamn right I will.’ He says, calmly and almost cheerfully. ‘Goddamn right. He kicks me in the back, hard, between the shoulder blades. It burns, in a way the. Jessica and Sabrina took that as a signal to open fire. Sabrina, despite her nerves, emptied both barrels, headshots that found targets. One of the riders watched in amazement as the head of the man beside him disappeared, only to look down and see two stains starting to seep blood. He slid out of his saddle, dead before he hit the ground. Jessica kept firring while Sabrina reloaded, hitting a rider in the back as he turned to flee. His horse ran about fifty yards before he slid off, dangling.