Roxy threw with all her might, like her life depended on it. Which it did. The spear smacked the beast right between the eyes, and snapped in twain against the rock-like scales. If Roxy had studied her survival books in Scout school a little harder, perhaps she would have known to aim for the soft underbelly instead. Her Scout school teacher, Miss Fallow had always told her that she should study harder, or one day it would be the death of her. The Firesnake ate up Xenia’s curling toes.

And
It
Stared
At
Roxy
Angrily.