The shell broke under the hard slam of the stick, but Trinket didn't much care about that. Now broken in two, she simply gave each broken piece its own command: bite their tail, she told one, the piece that still had enough sharp teeth left. It bounced back across the sand in little hopes, snapping its teeth at the mershark.
The other piece of broken shell was little more than a jagged shard now. Stab she commanded it. The shard wiggled through the sand, inching closer until it was close enough to try to pierce the mershark's scales.
The entire time, Trinket stood perfectly still. She watched dispassionately, not blinking, not twitching a muscle. The pain inflicted on the mershark was curious, but of no concern. It was just a game. Pain simply meant losing the game. Death would only be the final defeat. But there would always be more games. There were plenty of people for her to play with.
The other piece of broken shell was little more than a jagged shard now. Stab she commanded it. The shard wiggled through the sand, inching closer until it was close enough to try to pierce the mershark's scales.
The entire time, Trinket stood perfectly still. She watched dispassionately, not blinking, not twitching a muscle. The pain inflicted on the mershark was curious, but of no concern. It was just a game. Pain simply meant losing the game. Death would only be the final defeat. But there would always be more games. There were plenty of people for her to play with.
