She tried to move.
Her body, carved by a lifetime of killing beasts twice her size, reacted before her mind did. Her hand shot toward the second spear planted in the dirt. Her thighs coiled to launch her sideways. Her lips peeled back over her teeth to yell the kill-word, the war-cry that had made packs of fanged things turn and run.
"You picked the wrong prey, you red-robed bas..."
He slammed.
PAAAH!!!
"AAAAAAAANGH~!!!"
The spear stayed in the ground. The war-cry died in her throat and came back out as something else entirely. Something high. Something shattered. Something that no beast in this forest had ever heard leave her mouth.
