Ankyra Sound another soldier with little patience to see the dawn

He gained traction on her through a rough patch on the sand, shoulder-checking her. The action was enough to cause her to lose some of that grip on the stick, but did not come without an act of retaliation. She whirled around towards him, spittle and teeth turned towards him with a snarl. It was purposefully menacing, though she had no true interest in drawing blood. A scare tactic that was just as liable to work as it were to backfire. The stick had been cast down somewhere, lost to her in that very instant.