[Her heart is pounding, her grip on her weapon tightens; Diana's anxieties are not for herself, but for the people behind them, the person beside her. She knows she is not invulnerable, no immortal is, but she knows in her bones that she would not die to this beast. So she turns her head slightly so she might smile at Inej.]
I will be fine. [There is such conviction in her tone. Her eyes catch the slight trembling of leaves on a dry bush a few yards away though there is no wind, and turns towards it.]
There, it is coming--be ready to move. If you can throw that dagger well, aim for its eyes.
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I will be fine. [There is such conviction in her tone. Her eyes catch the slight trembling of leaves on a dry bush a few yards away though there is no wind, and turns towards it.]
There, it is coming--be ready to move. If you can throw that dagger well, aim for its eyes.