She cries out, struggling against the beast, her fingers pushing back into clumps of wet fur and open welts. One hand hacks at her attacker with the farmer's sickle until it is slick with blood, while she claws with her free hand until the tips of her sharp, exposed phalanges break off in Nimona-beast's skin. Her flesh toughens as the misshapen creature tears it, but that does not mean the wounds do not hurt and are not a reason for concern.