Damn. With the trunk between them, Eva knows full well that lunging either way will continue this game of cat or mouse. More than that, she's running out of energy. Her age and lack of physical fitness is catching up to her; it's not as if she's entirely out of shape, but she's hardly the athlete most of the people here are.

Damn. All she's need is one good strike and she could kill him. The points are even poisoned; she wouldn't even have to get him anywhere that mattered.

Taking deep breaths, she circles the tree, moving one way and keeping her head slightly tilted to the other. She doesn't lunge, doesn't run. He could probably overpower her as is.

Once she finds herself in a good position, she takes a step back. Another. Then she turns and sprints to where her spear is in the undergrowth and grabs it, moving to make her escape.