Ritz growled, curling into a defensive ball and covering her neck with her good arm. She realized with a sickening feeling, nearly worse than getting hit with poison or doom, that he was going to keep going. With a snarl, Ritz started moving, counting the distance to the edge of the ring. Like hell she was going to lay here for this!
...If this were Ivalice she'd want to take him on with her clan. And possibly game the law system...