[That was praise. Lucy was doing a good job. Her mind focused in on that like a laser, drowning out everything else. Her own wellbeing was a trivial concern.
She lunged in, and one of its sharp feet slashed her cheek, laying open a line along her cheekbone. No matter. Her knife hand swept back, cleaving the offending leg off at its midsection.
Blood welled at the cut, began to spill down her cheek. It didn't matter. She was dong a good job.]
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She lunged in, and one of its sharp feet slashed her cheek, laying open a line along her cheekbone. No matter. Her knife hand swept back, cleaving the offending leg off at its midsection.
Blood welled at the cut, began to spill down her cheek. It didn't matter. She was dong a good job.]