Ariznim, already getting ready to climb out, tumbled right through the rip in the net as Meirsck pushed her.
She scrambled to her feet, headed into the woods, her heart pounding. But then she looked behind her, and saw that the moth-fae was not with her.
She came to a jolting halt as she saw the hunter that had a hold on him.
Without thinking, she took a step back in his direction, but she stopped herself, and she was frozen like a startled deer. What could she do to help him? How could she fight off that man, who was twice her size and probably more than twice her strength.
But she couldn't just run away. She bent down and picked up a rock, throwing it at the hunter. It missed by a mile.
"Let him go!" she shouted, tears of fear and frustration welling in her eyes. She grabbed a stick from the forest floor and buzzed into the air. Her injured wing protested painfully, and she felt the strain that was on it, but she zipped over to the hunter and above him, attempting to hit him over the head with the stick.
She barely got in any real hits, and the pain in her wing was becoming unbearable.
Then it gave out. She tumbled down, directly on top of the hunter.
She may have been much lighter than him, but he still got about 100 pounds of weight dropped on his head.