Amanita’s mouth twitched. “Fine.” She suddenly lunged forward, her hooves aimed at Polar’s face. Polar instinctively brought her legs up, tucked her head down, and blocked the blows. She glanced up. Amanita had one leg back — the leg with the knife attached, point now facing outward. Before Polar could react, Amanita swung the knife and sliced her throat open.