[b]"...a moment ago, but now..."[/b] Tanika saw a blur out of the corner of her eye. She was caught unawares and with her feet down, not enough time to hop out of the way. She made a move for her knife but barely had the flap of her bag open before the thing crashed into her. [b]"Shit!"[/b] She tumbled to the ground, up and down blending together. She couldn't find the creature, much less her own bearings. [i]I'm dead. I'm so so dead."[/i] When she stopped rolling she made a move to scamper away but barely got her hands off the ground before she hit the ground again, dizzy. She flinched in anticipation for teeth or pincers to dig into her, but nothing came. When the world stopped spinning and she caught her breath again she looked around, hands moving towards her knives, eyes darting around for the attacker. 

[b]"Are you okay?"[/b] Breljorn asked. At first she was confused, then she saw the girl. Brel was helping her up and Tanika noticed a staff within arms reach off her. She snatched it. Still unsure if she should offer it to the girl or break it. Instead, she stood there watching, knees bent, a low whirling sound coming from the cave ahead.