A sharp sting hit Gasira's leg, the one which she'd been leaning her weight on. She was too busy coughing a lung when suddenly the world dropped downwards and she was for some reason now lying on the ground. Unable to feel her right leg, it didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what'd just happened.
Her face in the dirt, all that could be heard was her muffled scream.
Gasira slowly raised her head, mustering all her efforts into unleashing as much hell in her glare as possible at the kid across from her. She started to speak but had to clear her throat a little more, top set of eyes watering a touch.
"How the hell did a kid... freaking beat me?"
She tried to scramble forwards with her good leg, instead driving herself some more into the mud. Her tail couldn't support her entire weight, so it thrashed uselessly behind her as if that'd help in some meaningful way.
"I've taken down men, women, beasts and all." She continued, "Yet here we are. A kid with a stupid dart gun... Taking down a dragon! Over a-a dumb bauble!" The dramatic monologue paused. Gasira narrowed her lower set of eyes at the boy. Who she'd been referring to as "kid," "boy," and "child" this whole time.
"What's your name anyway?"