Myra was still in her room, the portal had closed and she had stepped out to go and play some basketball. Unlike her dad she had some skill, like her dad the skill was mostly wasted on the strategic parts of basketball. She knew everything about the court every motion a referee made to signal something, the number and name of every team member in the Lakers and of course the knowledge of the plays. 

Still like her father Myra had never been able to make them happen, she never had the ability to lead a team or work out the actions but she knew them with a fiery passion. She heard the clanging of swords and shouting but every time she started on her way over Isis had stopped her. A shame really.

Isis watched Myra try to play basketball with an amused face, she knew how to shoot, the perfect strategy to make it n every time but when she started to act them out she got discouraged for some reason. "Myra? What are you doing? Shoot the ball."

Myra sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm concerned about the others, that and I'm not good at basket ball." She said as she once again started to leave, this time Isis never stopped her. 

As she arrived at the scene she closed her eyes just n case and sighed. "What in the world?" She asked herself as she prepared to calm them.