Saoirse watched the minhocão move, fast enough despite its size, but not as fast as the first one they had taken down.
“Easy.” She rose to her feet in one fluid motion.
“You always say they’re easy.”
Saoirse had a wide grin on her face, an expression that occasionally matched the expression of the Gévaudan beast which followed Toiréasa – blood thirsty and eager. Teeth, lots of teeth.
“What could beat us?”
Slowly, Toiréasa’s smile matched the other two.