Lisa saw Brad draw the daggers with blinding speed, then practiced throwing them at trees.
He has mastered the art of making the blades sink into hardwood. In the weeks that followed, Lisa witnessed him spin on his heel and throw, then he learned to throw from the sheath.
Teyata ambled by with the Bible in her hand.
“Can you throw with your left hand?” she asked.
Brad found his co-ordination difficult. Several times he wanted to give up on the task. Eventually his left hand let fly his blades with fluid grace.
Teyata, crouching on a branch, peered down.
“Can you do it on the run?”
Brad can run at full speed, hitting his target with unerring accuracy.
“I’m ready,” he said.
Teyata lay on her side in the sun. She closed her latest book and got to her feet.
“Really?” she challenged, slinking towards him. “Ready to go to the mountains, are you?”
Daggers appeared in Brad’s hands as she came almost within pouncing range.
“You’re good enough if you can draw blood.”
She lunged and swept her paw at Brad’s face. He turned his head to avoid the extracted claws. They flew past as he simultaneously thrust at her lower ribs. Teyata’s natural reflexes and contortional qualities alone avoided the tip.
Lisa had to slow down the action to watch them duel. For the most part, they either dodged or blocked each other, unable to land a blow. It amazed her that Brad managed to hold his ground against a manine for minutes at a time before they stopped for a brief respite.
They drank from the fountain and resumed their duel with the clacking of claws on steel.
Lisa slowed down the motion to less than half speed to watch. Teyata attacked with raw speed without any thought of how to counter if her slash went awry. Brad, the slower of the two, read her every twitch, and shuffle, right down to the minutest shift of sinews, anticipating her every move.
Her curiosity satisfied, Lisa fast – forwarded the action until they finished duelling. She saw Teyata panting, and Brad, although perspiring, still seemed eager.
He ran off into the bushland, using the next couple of hours to gather plants. With nothing more to do, he slept on the roof for an hour. Under the fast-forward of the projector, Lisa saw Teyata sitting cross legged beside him in the shade, reading.
The Bible? Why always the Bible?
She had seen Professor Hunter read it all the time… the same book!
Why did Christians read and re-read it all the time? Yeah, Brad often prayed, but he couldn’t be a Christian; and Teyata certainly wasn’t. They didn’t have the opportunity to be Christians. Christians did nice things for other people and went to church. They didn’t steal or commit murder. With the world at an end, Teyata and Brad lacked the capacity for salvation… didn’t they?
“Maybe it’s not a matter of what you do,” Lisa said as, Brad and Teyata’s day rolled by swiftly.