An idea popped into Luke's head as he watched Lancelot scampering up Madame Blunt's pantleg, "Go for her hand," he shouted to his companion.
Madame Blunt swatted angrily at them both but they were more agile and easily moved out of the way. Then Lancelot landed a blow with his needle like sword between her palm and the orb. Cursing, she shook her hand violently to numb the pain and in doing so lost her grip on the orb.
"I got it!" Luke shouted excitedly, chasing after it with his arms in the air, but instead it hit him in the face.