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Of course, the female went for her blind side. They always did. It was something she came to expect of her assailants. Unluckily for her her mouth was full and her bodyguard was far from view. Potema, trying to balance the herbs that lay inside, swung her head so her eye — the one that still remained — remained locked on the white female, simultaneously bringing the bone away from the wolf's grasp. Had Inigo been here, Potema would have stayed and let the Mexican assassin fight, but Inigo was not here. She had to fight by herself. Placing the bone down would give the other a chance to swipe it from her. The witch had only one good option.

Putting dignity to the wind and a fierce outcry from her inner voice, Potema ran, placing as much space as she could from her and the starving wretch. Of course, the older female would follow, but with a limp that would not be so easy. A few of the herbs fell out of the pelvis, and one of the bundles opened, but herbs could be grown again. The pelvis of a powerful priestess marked by witches could not.