Everyone’s eyes followed the lithe form of the Harpies’ Seeker, shooting like a javelin high up in the air. Christof, who finally noticed something was afoot, was quickly gathering speed; he was, however, quite a bit behind his opponent. No one paid any attention to the hustle on the field.
Alice was revived rather quickly and, despite the protests of the mediwizards, wrestled her way back onto the field. She knew full well that she could not fly yet; her head was spinning as it was. At least, she could be there, with her girls, her sisters, her team.