Dragoncrest Cliffs all my troubles will hang on your trigger

loko's attention returned from the sea. chacal sawed the bone in half besides him, and he watched with a bewildered expression.

oh. duh.

taking the split she'd given him, loko eyed his mark. if he flung it, he must do so with terrific force -- for it would absolutely be the worst thing ever if chacal beat him. even if she totally deserved it.

loko circled, measuring the imaginary distance in which he imagined he'd throw. on the third revolution he ran back and then ran forward, halting suddenly at the imaginary line where chacal stood. he swung his neck and the bone released -- swinging like a lethal disc as it hjuk-yuk-yuk'd through the air.

it landed not so far from them, truly. loko sighed in disappointment, almost ready to give up until he saw chacal's piece had not yet been tossed.

what if?

barely able to hide the grin, loko dove for chacal's shard of bone.