Theora ran for two seconds before throwing herself to the ground in front of the net and crawling. This was the worst exercise for someone tall, and she desperately tried to stick her chest to the sand while using her long limbs to move. It was like climbing, she tried telling herself, except for the fact that the rock was on the floor rather than vertical; all she had to do was to remember to make herself as flat as possible and stick to the surface. She crawled and crawled, feeling like it was taking her forever to emerge. But no matter how slow she was moving, it was worth avoiding a penalty for touching the net above her head... or so she hoped. Finally, she snuck out with a grunt of relief, and only got back to her feet once she was far enough to be certain not to touch the net. It ha
