“Drills?” The sound of Miles’ mocking question bounced off the cafeteria walls, as the former captain of the Bark Bay High School fencing team searched through the large canvas sack that contained the team’s oval metal masks. “I’m going to go out on a limb, coach, and say the team’s just about sick of drills by now.”
Nobody agreed, verbally or non-verbally, with the statement. Yet everyone’s face conveyed a sense of expectancy that hadn’t been present earlier.
Coach Dan decided not to buck the tide that Miles had rolled into the team’s practice. “What would you suggest?”
“Games!” Mask in his left hand, foil in his right, Miles followed his shout by walking swiftly into the center of the cafeteria. “You guys done the Wall yet?”
Annie groaned, turned away, but wasn’t able to hide the smile from her face. Rex’s lean body seemd to grow even taller. “The Wall!” he yelled, pointing to the the far wall. Bernie came up behind him, nodding his head aggressively.
Waving in the direction that Rex had pointed, Coach Dan smiled behind the thin black curls of his beard. “The Wall it is.”
Miles’ teammates from last year gathered around him as Coach Dan called over Kassie and Butch, inquisitive looks on their faces. “The Wall starts with one person standing with their back to a wall. Everybody else forms a line in front of them, and takes turns fencing the person against the wall. Just one touch — soon as either the person against the wall or the person he faces scores, that person goes to the back of the line, and the next person goes up, fences to one touch. When the person against the wall’s faced everyone, somebody else goes to the wall, and you go through the line again.”