Re: Hunt
There was no scream as her sun-fire attacker did as his instincts demanded and sprang at her, only the muffled grunt as she fell back, handing hard on her spine, head bouncing off the grass. Another time and place, she would have gone for the underbelly above hers before she met her messy end on the tip of blood stained teeth and claw. But she had nothing to attack with and even as she reached, her fingers clawing at the grass that had hidden him, she came back with nothing but dark dirt and flecks of green, not even a fucking rock.
But there was one last effort, the swansong of the prey, a scramble of the hunted, as she grabbed as much dirt and grass as she could in her small hand and hurled it at his face and eyes.