Sura didn't throw the balls at anyone.
That was the first thing Seul noticed, and it scared her more than anything else that had happened that night.
Both balls left Sura's hands at once and went straight into the walls on either side of the gym. TANG. TANG. They came off Bong's springy surfaces faster than they'd gone in, hit the ceiling, the floor, the far wall, and kept going. But they weren't coming at anyone. They were just bouncing. Around and around the room, crossing and recrossing, getting faster with every single hit.
TANG-TANG. TANG. TANG-TANG-TANG.
