Sandra stared at them, her eyes flicking from the enemy to her friends and her chest heaved with heavy breaths of fear. Almost as if something had triggered off inside her and tapped into her common sense, she knew what she had to do.
There was no way she could contribute to the battle and instead she was just an easy target.
She had to run.
For their sake.
Scrambling on her legs and trying to make them move as fast as she could, she planned to take off running away from the scene. But as she began to make a run for it, a huge, muscular human stood in her way. He was much bigger than she was -- most creatures were -- and was staring down at her grinning. "Well, well. Lookie what we've got here."
Sandra's heart nearly stopped as she backed away from him.
"Here, puppy, puppy, puppy," he crooned, holding his hand out to her, a crooked, wicked smile plastered on his hidious, dirty face. In the other hand, she could easily see a pistol. It's shine in the moonlight made her fur prickle and stand up just at the thought of how much damage it could do.
But when the gunshot sliced through the night air, Sandra immediatly turned to look at her companions. "Riskia!" she shrieked, again, when the human had stabbed her neck. She turned to go in their direction, wanting desperatly to help, when the human grabbed her by the chin.
"No, no, no! We can't let you escape, puppy," the human snarled. Sandra's eyes fluttered wide open with shock and fear when the man began laughing. "My, my what pretty eyes you have."
Sandra yelped as the man's grip tightened on her jaw.
"There there, I won't hurt you," he added with sick sarcasm as the sound of the pistol's click echoed in Sandra's head.