Bearclaw Valley there are so many books i mean to read

One out of three or four swats had been succesful and Merrick had let go of Nuna's ear. What she learned, however, that little guys were hard to fight, not only because they were fragile and tended to scream at the least provocation (or what she would rather call - spicing up the game), but also that smaller moving targets were more difficult to aim at.

And the little, black, biting beetle was not kept away for long - in the next instant, it was right back on the assault, and Nuna simply rolled on her back now, gave half-hearted counter-attacks and let Merrick have the feel of victory, before she drove the little horror in the ground.