Rita pushed off with the tip of her foot, spun midair, and bolted in the opposite direction. In the same motion, she shifted into her hunting form and shot away at full speed.
Maple Syrup was already losing patience. She didn't understand why Mistblade had dragged her upstairs instead of just starting the match. "What's wrong with her? I need to go grab some numbers."
She'd forgotten again. She'd actually forgotten again.
Mistblade's face darkened. She grabbed Maple Syrup by the wrist and pointed her blood-mist blade at the retreating Orchid Mantis form sprinting across the shelves. "That's her! Don't you remember? We agreed to take her down together! Don't you want to rebuild Forest Sea?"
Maple Syrup shook her head. "Not at all." She didn't even remember any such agreement. When had she ever made plans with Mistblade?
In the blink of an eye, the Orchid Mantis vanished from sight.
