In lieu of a reply, Violet began a swift retreat. As she went, a rock struck the side of her head and drew blood. It knocked her off slightly off balance and she had to resist the urge to put a hand to her wound. A Grim took the opportunity to snap at her side. Violet just barely managed to slip out of the way. Its teeth closed an inch or two away from her ribs. She gave it a solid jab in eye with the butt of her lance and while it turned, she stuck its flank with pointy end. It turned and fled into the woods. Once Violet had made it to a safer distance, she brought up a thick tangle of vines to offer some protection. At the very least, it would be something. Watching Death, her lip twitched. She turned away and put her back almost to Donnchad’s. The Grim were looking more and more distracted by Death’s display, giving Violet opportunity to put down another with a cut. She kept an ear open for a change in Death’s situation, but didn’t look back.