Lilyan dropped to the bed, sliding down the wall and lying flat under him, keeping her knees tucked against her torso. She twisted her body and kicked her leg towards his chest. He grunted when it made contact, falling back on the mattress. She jumped up from the bed and ran to the middle of the room, whipping back around to face him. She kept her eyes on him.
Zayd's expression went from shock to amusement pretty quickly. He sat up on the bed and crossed his legs in front of himself, propping his elbows on his knees and resting his chin on top of his clasped hands. Lilyan was relieved that he didn't seem hurt. She hadn't kicked him with full force, so she had probably just knocked him over.
“Well,” he grinned, “That was unexpected.” She kept her knees bent and her feet shoulder-width apa
