She could almost taste her own blood on her lips. Though the demon did little damage, it still hacked away at her as best she could, and no matter how much she seemed to squirm, she couldn’t quite get any solid hits on the thing. For a moment it looked like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or a paddock and a hard place.. or a hellspawn and a.. field of grass?

Finally landing a punch to its head, the thing reeled off her, flicking a few spots of blood across her face. She grunted at the stinging in her chest and neck and staggered to her feet, bracing her body to defend itself. Spotting her moment, Della grabbed the thing by the back of its neck and its right forearm then twisted her footing on the spot, using the momentum of her body to fling it as far away from her as she could. It was surprisingly small and surprisingly light, and though she knew it would be back on her in a matter of seconds the throw would momentarily distance it from her body. Within a split second she filtered through a list of available weapons in her head, deciding in the next second to grab her bowie knife instead of her slingshot. Reflexively snatching the hilt up in one hand it yanking it cleanly out of its sheath, Della held the blade point down, the length of it angled defensively across her body. 

She watched as the thing twisted briefly in the air, only to disappear below the grass, and she shuffled back, eyes to the ground before her. If she could make it to the road she’d have a better chance of facing the creature where it couldn’t hide. But to get there she had to put the creature behind her, and to do that.. she was going to have to face it, and turn it around.

[i]Easy,[/i] she thought. One good stab to the brain and it’d be a goner, or if she couldn't get a clean hit in, then throwing it away again or forcing it further into the field would allow her to retreat back to higher ground to keep a look out for anything else on her tail. Pulling her blade arm back, she readied herself to swing at the once it had pounced. She wiped her free hand across her cheek, smearing “tomato sauce” over her bottom lip.

[i]Come on, you little bitch. I bet my blood tastes awesome.[/i]