She was spinning. Olivia’s single kick had twisted the world into a loop that went around again and again, blurring past her. But not just that, the ground was also dissolving. Every time she went around, there was less and less of it there to hold her. She squeaked and squealed, reaching out desperately for Olivia or Perez. Neither of them grabbed her. “I… yeah, usually,” Sarah admitted. “They usually don’t shove me off a cliff without telling me how to glide yet!”