#b.drake01

Betsy was out of practice. She hadn’t been in a fight like this in a long time—certainly not since before her body was switched with Kwannon’s, before she had the martial arts ability that she did after the body-switch. Even with that, however, the lack of practice had gotten to her, and she found herself kneeling with her arms up over her head, the psionic energy around her arms the only thing keeping the two men above her from tearing her apart. She was panicking—she was too scared to let go of her blades so that she could use her telepathy to force the men off her, so she just looked around frantically for help. “Bobby!”