For the next two hours, Luthra did not speak, he simply turned the desolate canyon into a lethal obstacle course with Rebecca as the sole participant. He hurled rocks, not with the lazy arc of a lob, but with the flat, dangerous trajectory of a projectile, forcing her to dive and roll across the jagged ground until her new clothes were torn and her knees were scraped raw.
"Ow! Hey! That one took a piece of my hair! Are you even aiming?!"
He followed this by whipping his chain, the metal whistling through the air to kick up blinding clouds of dust and pebbles just as she regained her footing, or to wrap around a loose chunk of the canyon wall and send it crashing down near her position.
'This is a complete waste of time. She's just flailing around like an idiot. She's going to get herself killed.'
Rebecca scrambled away from a collapsing pile of shale, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
