Trisha was expecting Kelan’s defense. It only made sense. It wouldn’t matter, because if this were a real military situation, all of the men would be dead by now. Technically, she ignored the others as she’d killed them with each of her first shots. She knew their symbiots could heal them in most cases, but a kill shot was a kill shot—hit the victim where the damage could not be healed fast enough to recover.
With Kelan, he would have died the moment she drove the lance, or in this case the piece of fruit representing it, through his heart. If by chance he would have survived the initial blow, her second attack would have finished him off. She made a provision for his being able to throw her from his back and the knowledge he might use his dragon fire on her. By the time the flames were w
