Tradewinds 15 CH 11For Justin Black, a growing list of questions that had been quietly, yet very insistently, piling up in the back of his mind since they went back to the ship for lunch, all found their answers at the tip of Max’s finger as he pointed up at Bandit.
His missing friends. His friend’s missing boots. Even more pressing, his friend’s missing laser sword. Combined with Max not leaving any notice when he had seemed so excited about coming to this arena.
Justin knew a stacked deck when he saw one, and Max was clearly fighting a battle he was not meant to win.
“Max!” he shouted, having moved down as close to the ring as he could get, “Catch!”
Though there was one more level below the stands, he could see no immediate path to get below this one, so this would have to do. Wondering if some of Shades’ almost uncanny intuition wasn’t rubbing off on him, he now felt vindicated in bringing Max’s laser sword with him as he prepared to toss it
Tradewinds 15 CH 10For the first time in his life, Max found himself feeling chagrined while wielding a weapon.
And it genuinely didn’t help, the way Ma’Quiver was looking at him, either.
The crowd, meanwhile, fell into a stunned silence at this strange turn of events.
“And here I had you pegged for a man of honor…” the mysterious warrior sighed, shaking his head slowly.
“Ma’Quiver… I…” Max stammered, as much at a loss for words as he was for moves in the wake of Justin’s impulsive attempt to help him. In another first, he began to wonder if he should toss aside his blade to fight. “I… didn’t ask him to do that.”
Max was just about to shut it off, when his opponent chimed in with an implication of his actions that had completely slipped his mind in all the confusion.
“You do realize that you just got dis—”
But was cut off by a voice calling out from the sidelines.