[Her attention is more on the creatures that are flying around in a flutter than on the person. If she is injured, there's nothing that Carolina can do until she drives the beasts off. Another knife is thrown, and while she might lose that weapon, she picks up the spear that one of them dropped.]
Keep low.
[As she strikes out at one that come close, twisting to smack another that dives in, its knife nicking her arm before it gets a whack as well.]
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Keep low.
[As she strikes out at one that come close, twisting to smack another that dives in, its knife nicking her arm before it gets a whack as well.]
There's an exit, and they won't follow out.