“I’ll attack.” Leslie shot-putted the butt of her spear at her husband’s gut. Franco wheezed and folded in half when he didn’t raise a shield in time. He coughed. “Couldn’t give me more notice than that, could you?” “Not if you choose to make light of a very serious matter.” “Okay—AHH! Stop jabbing that spear at me, woman! I get it, I’ll take it seriously!”