Emma smirked as she watched Prescott and Leila walk into the room.

For a minute while running out of the room, she had thought that the squirrel would have thrown her across the wall like he had done to Daniel last night.

But he hadn't, or he couldn't.

She wasn't sure again.

The elf had said that she had outran his missiles.

Perhaps, she had outran Prescott's too.

"I didn't throw any." She heard Prescott mutter in her mind.

"Whatever." She replied, ...