Bitterroot whipped her hooves out and hooked them around Circe’s. She yanked, pulling herself down the spear, cringing slightly as she felt splinters enter her guts. But now she was within reach of Circe. She reached out and, managing to ignore the searing pain of Circe’s burning mane, slammed Circe’s head into the spearhaft. Circe’s grip was dislodged, and Bitterroot shoved her hooves from the handles. Unbalanced, Circe fell to the ground, where her mane fizzled and died in the snow.