Spears were unweildy in general, but Neeshka had been living off of coconuts, fish, and occasionally chewed leaves for the past week, plus she was pissed and in motion. She twisted in an attempt to avoid the big weapon, managing not to skewer herself, but she did get a nice gash right across the side from the sharpened bone tip. That was going to be trouble, right there, especially since it immediately started pumping dark blood against her dirty uniform.

She, of course, was aiming for the throat, but wasn't likely to hit with that dodge in there. Maybe a shoulder, instead: she'd take what she could get.