The white tigress walked a little passed her lizard guide. There was a snap of thick string before the sound of switches click. Out of the trees at least long, wooden spears plunged. One was headed right for Kukka.
Visam shoved her out of the way. The sound of splitting flesh and tearing scales filled the air as she was flung against the ground.
“Visam!!!!!!!!!” Surudu was there, picking her up in second. Blood stained the ground crimson as the lizard choked in pain. Her eyes were clouded with agony.
“She’s fine.” Her companion told her. “She’s just fine.”
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