Reaching the top of the pillar, she took the frozen knife handle from against her back and swung it at the strings that held the long paper banner over the field. The edge was still sharp, and the strings snapped with one clean cut. Her end of the banner fluttered to the ground.
Something splintered beneath her. The column shuddered. Nova glanced down as Gargoyle aimed a second punch at the column, driving a deep crack along the wooden beam.
The column started to creak and tip toward the center of the ring.
Nova dived off, rolling as she hit the ground. She snatched up the end of the banner and bounded back to her feet. Spinning to face her opponent, she lifted the blade and threw it end over end. It spun through the air in a perfect arc, right for Gargoyle’s chest.
He blocked it with his forearm. What was left of the knife shattered into a hundred tiny shards of ice.
His laugh boomed through the arena, mimicked by the thousands of strangers in the stands.
“What’s your plan now?” Gargoyle said. “Strangle me with a strip of butcher paper?”
Nova scowled. She wanted him enraged, not amused. She needed him to charge at her—with feeling, this time. Instead, Gargoyle turned back to the crowd and started riling them up some more, barking jokes about the wittle girl who lost her wittle knife.
Nova glanced around, searching for something else she could use.
Her eye caught on Adrian Everhart.
He was standing behind his team’s table, both hands planted on the tablecloth, his fingers drumming anxiously as he watched the duel. He met her gaze with an intensity that had been lacking at the parade.
Her pulse skipped.
Licking her lips, she scanned the random assortment of objects scattered across his table.
She pointed. “That.”
Adrian glanced down, lifting his hands as if he thought they might be concealing something.
“The cannon!”
Uncertain, Adrian picked up the small cannon figurine.
Wrapping her forearm up in the banner and hoping with everything inside her it would be strong enough to hold her weight, Nova started to run.
Gargoyle turned back, curious, as Nova made a full turn around the ring, then kicked off and pulled herself a few feet higher on the banner. The Gargoyle ducked as she neared him, but she wasn’t going for an attack. Instead, Nova stomped both feet down hard on his shoulder and used the leverage to swing herself outward from the ring. “Now!”
Adrian lobbed the miniature cannon at her as Nova swung past their table. She caught it in her free hand, then slid down the banner and somersaulted back into the ring.
Gargoyle’s laughter boomed through the arena. “What does that thing shoot—marbles? Oh, I’m terrified! Please don’t hurt me!”
The crowd hollered in response.
Crouching near the center of the ring, the banner clutched in one fist and the cannon in the other, Nova grinned. “If you’re so brave, why don’t you come a little closer and find out?”
Gargoyle shook his head, smirking. “Careful what you ask for.”
Then he was running at her again.
Nova jogged backward on the balls of her feet, the banner fluttering at her side.
At the last moment, she tossed the cannon between them. It rolled into Gargoyle’s path, directly beneath one of his large feet. He stepped on it and the wheels shot out from beneath him, sending him off-balance. He yelped. One hand swiped toward Nova as he stumbled and she darted out of his reach. Spinning to the side, she lifted the banner overhead.
Gargoyle struck the paper like a flailing bull and Nova leaped up onto his back, wrapping the paper around his head to blind him. The other half of the banner was torn from the second column and Gargoyle tripped and fell, the momentum from his own charge sending him rolling onto his side. He landed in a heap, inches from the edge of the ring while his massive hands pawed at the paper blindfold.
Nova sprang up onto the mountain of his chest and grabbed one of his hands. It came away from his face holding a ball of scrunched paper. Confused and disoriented, his one revealed eye glared up at her as she used all her body weight to force his hand down onto the fake grass at his side.
The horn blared.
Gargoyle jerked his hand away as if the grass had burned him. He sat up, throwing Nova off him. She landed with a grunt on her side, well outside of the ring, but she didn’t care. She was already laughing as she peered up at the giant who was staring in dismay at the implant of his own hand in the grass.
“Rock paper scissors,” she said, hauling herself to her feet and brushing off her pants. “Paper beats rock.”