Once they were running it was a flash before they were on her. One spear flashed as it darted toward her, though it went high and left... Too high, and too left; they hadn't -wanted- to stab her. The reason was obvious just as she managed to work out that they were missing intentionally; a large net, with heavy weights on the edges that dragged it down. It came from the other direction, taking her by surprise.<br/><br/>What little Janica knew of lizardmen - a once powerful race whom had been thrust to the corner of civilisation and since lived in fiercely territorial solitude - was that they were smart, capable, and agile warriors. They were equally ruthless, and didn't spare her through any sense of moral rightness. They wanted her for a purpose.<br/><br/>The rest of her knowledge was sketchy; few had seen them in a long while. They didn't engage in diplomacy and it was widely accepted that they resented humans for taking 'their' lands, though their numbers were too few to pose any real trouble. They were a tribal group whom trusted in spirits and fetishes, as well as plethora of gods, and quite simply in their own strength and ability.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>