Lark ducked the punch coming toward her face. She spun around to catch the sneak kick coming from a second opponent. After getting a better hold of the leg, she sent the owner flying into her first assailant.
Skin buzzing, she jumped back. She took a deep breath, tried to tap into the energy flowing through her body, stretched her hands toward the force field that sprang up around her, and…
Nothing.
“Argh!” She couldn’t help stamping her foot in frustration. “I was hoping it would help if my adrenaline was pumping.”
Conan shut down the force field around the gym’s wrestling mat. Lark had been trying to tap into her stored energy ever since lunch with Shamira. The two sprawled Spur Corps members she had been sparring untangled themselves and sat up.
“Are you okay?” She came over to giv
