Eleanor felt slightly tired after God knows how many hours of relentless practice. Yet she could not stop the spear. The twin suns were once again high above her after the heavy rain and storm. She swung the spear over her head, tracing a wide circle. She repeated the motion again and again, until it resembled a helicopter rotor. With each swing, she slowly added lightning charge. Every pass left behind a faint, crackling afterimage, like an ionised trail.
