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Belharra fought just long enough to give Mal a taste of her teeth, then she was off. She wasn't going to risk a two or three-on-one type of deal, as her main interest was surviving. Survival was slim any time the odds weren't one to one.

After a few hits on both sides she thrust away with a grunt, hocked a loogey from her throat, and tried her best to spit right in that Malfricker's face. Take that, ye child-bastard, she thought with a throaty hiss.

Oh, he had done his fair share of damage too, but Belharra wasn't gonna admit it. Later Belharra would nurse the stinging wounds he had inflicted but for now her number-one priority was getting out of dodge fast, before his lackeys joined in. With a scoff she muttered some wild obscenities, and then peeled off in a storm of angry words.