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Marnie aimed, kicked, nearly missed, but caught Santos’s hand with the edge of her heel.
Her leg continued to sail forward and she lost control. All the strength in her arms was gone. She had been hovering above the group for too long, worried, listening. Hovering was always so much harder than flying. By the time she needed to kick, her arms were shuddering from the strain. She couldn’t hold her weight anymore.
She tumbled in front of Santos. Something slammed into her chest.
The force of it spun her to the right. She tried to catch herself, but her ankle gave way, and she hit the ground hard on her side. Her head bounced against the asphalt.
Everything went black.
