"Mmmm, I obviously need the practice, so may as well start with you, yeah?"
Sevatheda was not one to flinch, which was something she was rather proud of, so when the spear was flung towards her, she merely raised an eyebrow, neatly folding her arms over her chest. It seemed that this man was here to beat some sense into her rather than kill her. There would be little point in making such a flashy assassination, it would be quick lest Cujo forces showed up.
"Fuckers like you? Whatever do you mean? Obnoxious, less than pretty, loud brutes who may or may not intend to scare little old me?" She laughed again, waving a hand dismissively. "Go back to your owner, doggy. You'll find no bone here."