Choices. To beat or to chase?

She liked both. She'd played both competitively. She liked Keeper too, of course. But that'd been taken.

The rocks made her decision. She'd rather be in control of them, than be protected by someone that possibly didn't know how to wield a bat. Her legs were enjoying the lack of bruises this term, and it'd be nice for that trend to continue.

Grabbing a bat, and lightly tossing it in her left hand, Nia kicked off. Good job too, as Vindictus had just released a load more rocks. Actually, not just more. BIG rocks.

Time for business!

She swivelled round, alert. And then she heard a SMACK! from the direction of a fellow 'Claw. It was headed straight for her. She smirked, and swung at it HARD. She grinned triumphantly, winking at the guy who'd hit it. She was a tough'un, Nia was. Though, that shot had jarred up her wrist more than she'd anticipated. It'd rattled up the muscle. Repetively hitting those big boulder would probably mean achey arm in the morning. Not that she'd let any pain show.