“Seriously?”

“You need to start combining the flips and tumbles with the rest. You’re wicked good with a crossbow, pal, but we all know you can’t always fight at a distance. Agility, mobility, power. Right, Anni?”

“This is right.”

“Make her do it first.” Sasha jabbed a finger at Riley.

“You want me to do it first? I’m first.”

Riley slapped her hands together, rolled her shoulders, flexed her knees a few times. Then she sprang forward, landing on her hands, tucked into a roll, a second roll, then pushed up, kicking one leg out to the right, her arm with its fisted hand to the left.

Annika applauded.

“Don’t encourage her,” Sasha mumbled.

“You can do it, Sasha. Remember. Tight, tight.” Annika tapped a hand on Sasha’s belly. “Power there, power in your legs.”

“Okay.” Shaking her arms, Sasha blew out a breath. “Okay. Tight, tight, power, spring, roll, kick. Oh, God.”

She gave herself a short, running start, threw her body over for the handspring.

Annika nodded, then winced, because while the spring was very good, the roll went off-center, the second roll more off-center. So when Sasha tried to heave herself to her feet, she landed on her face.

“Damn it!”

“Ten out of ten for the face-plant,” Riley decided.

Sasha rolled over, gave Riley the beady eye.

“You did the handspring very well.” Annika crouched down, rubbed Sasha’s shoulders.

“Right.”

“No, I think left. This is left, yes?” Holding up her left hand, Annika wiggled her fingers. “You did the handspring, but then you tipped to the left on the roll, and more left on the next. You had no center, so no balance. I’ll show you, slower than Riley.”

She stood, didn’t bother with the running start but seemed to fold over like water from a pitcher.

“Tight, tight in the center,” she said as she tucked, rolled. “Keep tight, knees go loose to push up.” Fluidly, she flowed up to her feet, shot one leg out, one arm. Held the pose like a statue.

“Can I just throw rocks at the bad guys?”

“Sometimes.” Annika smiled. “But you can do this. I’ll help you. Tight, tight,” she repeated. “Like squeezing. Try.”

This time, though she stayed on her feet, Annika moved with her—gave Sasha a tiny nudge on the roll. “Squeeze! Tight! Tight, tight, and push!”

Sasha landed—wobbled, but landed. Regained her balance, executed the kick and backhand.

“Good! So good.” Annika applauded again.

“I tipped left again. I could feel it.”

“But not so much as before.”

“You pulled it off,” Riley told her. “Do it again.”

“Okay. Okay. Don’t help me this time. If I fall on my face, I fall on my face. But I’m going to get this bastard.”

“That’s the spirit.” Riley slapped her on the shoulder.

She did it again, wobbled again, nearly overbalanced, but pulled back.

“Together,” Annika decided. “All three.”

“Oh boy, okay.”

“Tight. A fist in the belly.”

Riley nodded. “On three. One, two, three!”

Sawyer stopped at the edge of the lemon grove. “Check it out.”

With Doyle, he watched the three women spring, roll, spear up. “The brunette’s got speed and form,” Doyle commented. “The blonde’s got game, and she’s coming along. But the mer-girl? Makes it look like a stroll on the beach.”

“You’d think there’d be an adjustment for her—moving in water, on land. But either way, she just flows.”

“Great legs.”

Doyle started forward again as the three women discussed something with Annika gesturing with her hands. And stopped to watch when Riley shook her head, but backed up. And laced her hands into a basket.

Annika ran toward her, jumped to hit one foot in that basket, and as Riley pushed up, flew into a perfect backflip to land in what Sawyer thought of as the Superhero Lunge. Low, one knee bent, the other leg cocked out, one hand resting on the ground.

“I should be taking videos,” Sawyer added.

Then Annika spotted them, leaped up to run forward.

“Come practice with us!”

“I could practice the rest of my life and not pull that off.”

“I can teach you.”

“Bet you could,” Doyle put in, “but we need to take a hike, get a better sense of where we are, our position, our weak spots.”

“Agreed.” Riley nodded, then looked up at the wide blue sky. “But that’s a big weak spot.”

“We’ll need to be ready for it.”

“Bran’s working on it, and could probably use a break from that. I’ll go tell him we’re heading out. Ten minutes?” Sasha asked.

“Works for me.” Sawyer smiled at Annika. “You’ll need shoes.”

They set out with light packs, taking the narrow road up its steep incline first. The day, already warm, offered a baking sun over their bird’s-eye view of sea and sand, of houses jogging down the long slope in their soft roses and whites and umbers.