[indent][b]Neomi Adams[/b][/indent]
 
	When the window crashed, Neomi let out a small cry. Her spare hand shielded her face. Breaths shook from her mouth. There were thoughts trying to tell her what to do, but none of them had words. It was a jumbled mess that made her heart race and gave her a sensation in the center of her chest.

	As she gained her strength and balance, she glanced briefly at the sword. Its added weight in her hand caused her to stumble. She took hold of the hilt with the other hand, as well just as the snake-ish Rue slithered closer. For a brief moment she stepped back fearfully.