Moonspear end of days

Fox blinked, her vision blurry in the eye that had been hit. Whatever words the stranger was saying didn't compute, and she pawed at her eye repeatedly. That, of course, only rubbed dirt on it from the ground. Only a moment later, Fox was groaning on the ground, continuing to try and wipe away the pain with her paws. "Fuck fuck fuck!" she growled, lips peeling back in a snarl.

This was no quick hit and run by the locust. It had been a full-on kamikaze attack.