She squatted low, her butt just above the packed dirt. Leaning forward on her toes, she dropped her left hand between her splayed legs for balance. Her right hand, covered in a thick, leather glove, was palm out just below her chin.
Her opponent stood perpendicular to her in a fighting stance – knees bent, elbows high, a bat held poised to swing.
Twisting her left foot, she scuffed the ground, creating a mound of loose dust. Watching for the delivery, she timed her move perfectly.
As the ball shot across the plate, an underhanded toss of dirt blinded the hitter.