Thankfully, the door opened.
“What in Zorda’s name is going on here?” A hacking cough punctuated the question, so I knew it was Master Joff.
“Ey was talking to demons,” Belind answered. Ey sounded defensive.
“Just because you don’t understand something doesn’t mean it’s demonic. Come on; you know better than that. What was this really about?”
“Nothing,” Fern mumbled.
Master Joff coughed and sighed. “There is no honor in striking a weakened opponent. If you have a score to settle, do it on an even playing field like a true Zord.”
There was a chorus of: “Yes, Master Joff.” Then they reluctantly shuffled away. Within moments, Master Joff and I were completely alone.
Ey came closer to me, and I was overcome with the scent of chlorine. Master Joff’s voice was quiet, yet firm. “If you don
