Runya Ronso tackled Zac. Her cat-like body smashed into Zac like a gigantic furball at lightning speed. 

She had been waiting for this moment all along. She knew she had lost him and then she siezed the moment when he didn't know where she was to smash into him from the side.

"Gotya!" said Runya. "Didn't they ever teach you anything as a blizball player? Never loose your eyes on the players... or the ball!"

It was windy, sandy, and hot, but his body felt so cold, like mount gagazet. She didn't know why, but she wanted to touch his blade, the one he carried on his back. She reached for it and grabbed its handle.

Cold! She pulled it out! 

"Is this what you use to make a living, Zac?" said Runya, staring at its fine cool steel, or whatever it was made of.