“Lets close the circle,” Tom said, drawing his arms around towards the centre of his chest. “Close the circle.
The eighteen course members did their best to bring their chairs and themselves into a tighter circle around the coach. Some stood and waddled forward; others just dragged and scraped the wooden floor as they went.
“Okay, well how are your energy levels after lunch?” Tom asked, eying the room. “Who’s up for a little game?”
Grumbles of resigned agreement.
“Right!” he said gleefully, throwing the weapons into the middle of the floor. “The ten survivors get to complete the course!”