Zandra grunted and fell slightly from the blow of the attack. "How in the h*** did you do that?" She had never seen anyone throw their voice in such a way. She stood and began to limp, her leg wasn't broken, just sore as h***. He was giving her a chance to quit for the night, she wasn't going to, she wasn't a quitter. "What you can't handle me no more tonight?" As she took a few more steps, she grew tired. Her gut and leg needed rest. She sighed and gritted her teeth, "We can go back..." She felt defeated, and began to walk, limp, back toward camp.