Mel whips her knife hand right up, and impales the thing on her switchblade. There's a scream and a squelch, and she shakes it off, sending the bloody body flying into the grass.

And she skids to a halt,, flicking the blade back into place, in front of the half-girl, half-bear.

She looks from wound to face, Mel's own expression blank and not yet concerned.

"You OK?"