Sparkle did very much the same. Until that metallic foot pivoted somewhat, the person who owned it clearly thinking he had spotted something around here. There was the slightest gap in the tablecloth, just enough for Sparkle to watch that particular motion with mute horror.

When the owner of that foot went to take another step toward the table and the table itself started to shift overtop of them, that was when Sparkle plunged his hand out from under the tablecloth to bury his knife up to the hilt in a hinge in the guy's boot.

"Run run RUN RUN RUN!"