Her knees buckled a little as his blow caught her in the cheekbone, sending an ache through her whole face. It didn't slow her down anyway, and the rock she clung to like a lifeline came swinging against towards his head in retaliation. Or arm. She wasn't picky, as long as the blow landed. If she had to, she would beat him to death with it, and end the matter with a final shot from her spear.