Arrow was surprised by how little he hurt. He thought an explosion that loud would have torn his limbs off.
For a moment, he thought he’d been blinded. Then he straightened his mask and opened his eyes.
Satin was there, brushing dust off her thighs as she sat on the hard-packed earth. Even though she didn’t react to his movement, he somehow got the feeling she had acknowledged his presence.
Behind her, a line of grey spikes angled off into the distance. Looking more closely, he realized they were trees. Petrified trees.
Behind them, he saw movement, human-shaped, but ungainly.
“Is that a troll?”
Satin’s lips were pressed tight together. Arrow thought it looked like her eyebrows were raised as well, under her mask.
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more.”