Her advantage was strength here, against the armor, and the witch-woman of the Hearg would use that. Battle fury was within her, driving her as it had driven her ancestors before. White teeth were exposed to the wind, lined by black gums and flesh. Siv urged her horse on after the woman, but speed favored the grullo mare—speed based on pain, Siv understood, and felt her own horse driven mad by it. To know an enemy was wounded meant that the fight could be won. As the dominate mare of Salsola, Hildr could not accept any outside challenge.
As the distance grew, Siv saw her chance failing. She wedged the spear against her thigh, pinning it below. The sling would be her only option now, even though this daring move cost her stability. She compensated by leaning to the side, balancing her only somewhat. A river stone was produced from the pouch on her hip, and the leather thong pulled from next to this. Siv swung the stone in a sharp circle only three times before releasing it, sending the rock whipping through the air. If she was lucky she would strike the woman in the skull, though her aim was compromised and likely going to strike much lower.
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