Alicia's claws flash before my eyes, because, without having given it a thought, I had jumped to Christie and Perry's rescue. My best friend stares straight into my eyes when she draws back her claws for another attack. This time, her eyes flicker wildly around the Lacrosse field, seeking more targets.
The spectators' stand is eerily quiet; everyone is gawking in amazement, their minds racing futilely to understand what is happening on the field.
Falling first on all fours, assuming an inhuman crouch that no normal human would ever subject their skeleton to, Alicia hurls herself across the field. But she slams into me in midair before she can crash into anyone else. She emits a great growl as we struggle; she failing as I pin her arms to her sides with my knees.
The crowd tarries longer for an extra moment, after which they burst into a frenzied mob, running in every direction.
Looking into Alicia's restless face, I shout a command at the limit of my lungs; 'Stop!'
