Take a blue feather and a red feather.

"Here we go," you say to yourself (silently), and, taking a blue feather in one hand and a red one in the other you start to hunt her again. There were so many colours, patterns and hues... you really had no hope of making an informed choice. You went bold, figuring that they might have the most drastic effects - and might take the fight out of her quickly.

"Oh! Were you tricking me?" She's checked the area around the bird-cage you hit then. And thank God she's still talking to you, it's the only chance you've got of getting behind her. You want to draw her into talking more, but you will yourself to be as silent as possible, so she won't be able to locate you. You have to keep being careful, as you squat and scoot and scramble, not to stab yourself with the damn feathers too. That would be a really stupid thing to do.

"You know," she says again, and your heart beats in excitement - she's close, but her voice is reflected, muffled. She's facing away from you. "You probably think it's odd someone like me working in a place like this. But it's not cheap, making these medicines, and Rose pays very, very well. Especially to someone with the kind of record I have! It sounds terribly arrogant, but I really am very good at not losing. God, I'm embarrassed I said that. Forget I said it, ok?"

You don't care what she's saying. You're pretty sure you're right behind her now, she's a couple of rows of desks away, and facing away from you. It's now or never - time to stand up and see how good you are at throwing feathers like darts.

You pinch the blue feather, tense your arm and stand up.