The odds were getting steadily worse every second. Now he was aware of her. Now he had a sword and she still only had a dagger.

Sandy nervously wrung her hands on the handle to the umbrella and wondered if somehow she could hobble her way behind him. She couldn't imagine him NOT noticing her approach unless she crawled while Pruna kept him busy. But his back would have to be to her and even then it was a long shot.

Hunkering down in her hiding place to watch she once again thanked whatever luck she had to be on the same side as Pruna, and hoped her rotten luck wouldn't rub off on the little assassin.