The first Daba charged her again. Mira stood her ground until the last possible second, then dropped flat. The creature sailed over her, and as it passed, she drove her blade up through its belly, using its own momentum to tear a long gash through its underside.
The Daba landed in a spray of black blood, intestines spilling. It tried to rise, failed, and collapsed with a final wheeze.
One down for Mira.
Her clone finally lost its grip on the second Daba. The creature shook itself free and turned on the clone with savage fury, claws raking through its chest. The clone flickered once, twice, then vanished.
Now the Daba focused entirely on Mira.
It charged with desperate speed, knowing it was alone. Mira backpedaled, looking for an opening, but the creature was relentless. Its claws caught her forearm, opening a deep gash. She hissed in pain but kept moving.
The Daba lunged for her throat.
