Fern moved. Her right arm was a snake striking, and a steel strength
lifted me, turning, against one and a half gravities, and the floor
wavered up to hit me in the face. Something broke. I tasted blood.
Through the agony, I moved. I crawled towards her.
"They gave me six weeks of hand combat under two gravs," she said. "Soon
you'll be one of us, Jake. One of the Guild!"