Calla was still kicking and panting pitifully. Elora stroked her neck a few more times, staring Dehak down as she approached.
Slowly, she got to her feet, reaching for the shoulder strap of her armor with one hand to let her breast plate fall to the ground. She needed to move. She had only one shot that she could see.
It probably wouldn't work, but damnit she wasn't going down without a fight.
Summoning all the strength she had left, the young woman flipped another stone around, a sharp point clutched between her fingers, and suddenly flung herself forward.
For one moment, their difference in size actually played to her advantage. Elora skidded underneath him, between a stallion's massive forelegs, and slashed at his belly with the rock as best she could before desperately trying to roll herself free.