"Stay near the wall," Ning told her. "Keep dodging the way you have been. When I tell you to, pull me in."
Naysha finished the knot and gave a short nod.
Ning wrapped the other end of the rope once around his own wrist, leaving roughly eight meters of slack between them, and then he pushed off the wall and launched himself out into the open chamber.
He flew straight toward a ball drifting several meters away from the wall and caught it as he passed, and before the instructors could close in on him, he felt the rope pull taut at his wrist.
"Now!" he called.
Naysha braced her feet against the wall and pulled.
The rope yanked Ning back toward her, reversing his direction almost instantly, and as he swung back across the chamber, he twisted his body and threw the ball at the nearest instructor.
The throw came from an angle the instructor had not expected, and he only barely managed to avoid it, drifting aside a moment later than he would have liked.
