Theurge, it seemed, healed significantly slower than Izzy, which was good news for her, especially with her rather poor aim. When it came to the final ball, she gave it her all before realizing exactly what she had thrown. For the short millisecond between it leaving her hand and when it hit his face, she hoped that the force of it would knock him out, but of course she had no such luck. Instead, murder rested in his all too alert eyes and sent a chill through her.
	Now, she was out of ammo, not that what she had had done much good. She turned to look back in the shed, to find something else. Sitting beside the shed and partially hidden under a tarp was a field roller.
	[i]That might work.[/i]
	With really no other options available to her, she cast a quick glance to Theurge, his pace quickened in rage, then rushed to the roller, pulled the tarp off, and gripped the end intended to be attached to a tractor. Though it stuck for a short moment from its lack of use for the past while, she easily pushed it out into the open, around the shed, and raced it toward Theurge.