Good Of You To Listen

Shanka threw her head back and shrieked.

Rastaban shuddered, disoriented. Shanka was strong and fast and - he squirmed, tried to crane his head. Her grip was immovable. He squirmed some more, and then he saw - the wound on her arm where he’d struck her was gone.

What was she?

Shanka shook him like he was a disobedient cub and let loose with another shriek, a volley of words he couldn’t understand.

Fire exploded across the valley floor. Burning arrows. Rastaban heard them zip through the sky.

Then slowly, inexplicably, the cacophony of battle ceased.

“So good of you to listen.”