these hands made of splinters

In spite of her getting the drop on him, her first mark missed. While she heard the distinct click of his teeth meeting behind her, Echelon was undeterred as she gave them berth to turn. What loose bones littered the terrain between them were kicked and skittered out of her way as she came back. Like a bull she charged in again, wanting to shove him firmly into the bone pile — but this time, she tripped on the scattered remains of other creatures, stumbling towards him ungracefully.