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Loare knew exactly one oath from the long-gone adults she had traveled with, and she spat it out as the jumpy woman struck at her head, knocking her askew. She was running out of patience, and her heart began to pound as the crack and roar of the strange weapons filled the night sky. She should have simply stuck the woman when she hadn't answered the question properly, and fled back into her home. Now it sounded as if the entire motley crew was racing for her head; it was far more frightful than any stampede she had ever witnessed.

One shot was random and lucky, but not for Loare. It struck her arm, and she shrieked at the unbearable, foreign pain that was like fire racing up and down the limb. The spear fell from her grasp, and she clutched at the wound as it bled. Eyes wide and wild, she looked between the two strangers, trying to deem which was the greater threat. She couldn't rush blind back into the trees; well though she knew them, it wouldn't be long before something caught the scent of her blood. Something she couldn't fight off with one arm.

Inching backwards in the sand, Loare wiggled one foot under her spear and kicked it back up under her elbow. She couldn't stand to be without it, any more than she could managed to actually grasp it in either hand. The roaring savages from the campfires were bolting closer and closer. Loare did her best to lever the spear up at them, baring her teeth as she had seen many wild beasts do when confronted. Perhaps they would kill her. But she would not go alone.

"Back!" She snarled, pointing the blade at any who stared at her for too long. "Back! Back!"