After flapping a short distance away, Bitterroot grasped the spear between her hooves and pulled. With a disgusting, squelching sound, she removed the spear from her body. A quick look at the wound said it wasn’t so bad that she’d have to worry about her insides being on the outside. Good enough for now. She lunged forward before Circe could get back up and slammed the spear down through her trunk, pinning her to the ground. Circe screamed in pain. Bitterroot liked the sound more than she wanted to admit.