Detta's eyes narrow. "Dat was a bad idea, greymeat," she growls.

She proceeds to demonstrate that by yanking her spear out of his leg and thrusting it down hard into his shoulder, then twisting.

She smiles grotesquely down at him. "I got all de time I need," she says. "Keep it less'n an hour an' I'll still have more time den if I walked away now."

She yanks the spear out again before plunging it into his other shoulder.