To Kill

Marinelle watched in dismay as the lizard turned and ran, abandoning the fight.

Is this motherfucker for reaFUUUCK!

She howled in rage as the throwing dagger pulled her attention from the scurrying ally back to her stubborn foe. Red-faced with anger and embarrassment that she had allowed herself to be distracted, she snap fired an arrow on blind instinct. The arrow plunged into the goblin's throat, exiting the back and dropping him.

The fight over, Marinelle dismounted to inspect her wound. The knife had sliced her calf as it flew by, not a terribly deep cut but one that would irritate her no doubt over the coming days. She took a few deep breaths, her leg starting to stiffen as the adrenaline of the fight seeped from her system. She retrieved her arrows from the battleground, then remounted and set her horse in a walk towards the wagon train.