Marian found she longed for her bow instead of a sword. They would have to get far to close to be able to use them. She gave him a sideways glance for the joke. "I suppose it does."
With a gulp. "Okay I think we should forget the slow and run?" It was a bit of a question, but she had started backing away a little quicker. The stingers looked quite intimidating. Not that she was afraid of a stick, but she was afraid of what it had done to the others. And wanted no part of it.