"This wasn't a good idea," you groaned, rolling to the side to get back in the room, right as Vespa shoved herself forward, snapping her fangs at where your fist had been a moment ago. You ended up with one foot planted and your knee on the ground, only to look up as Vespa had already lifted herself to all four hooves and was lunging for you once more, forelegs spread so those serrations were bearing down on you. You would have been in trouble, fighting off against an elite bug-horse that had fangs and jagged leg blade things, but you weren't empty handed. Grabbing the crown from your head, still there do to the weird adhesive that kept it in place, you swung it down, once more landing a blow on Vespa's head. She till carried through, slamming you against the bed with enough force to knock all the air out of your lungs, but without any of her sharp bits digging into you.