{    If in before the last moments she managed      to squeeze in a moments hesitation it would      be by the grace of Quella, her God: and she      would be terrified by the depth of the ocean       of resentment that was deep inside of her       when considering her status.{     She gazed up in effective terror at the        beast. What could she do against a thing       like that. Feeva was not much of a fighter:        she had always deplored the use of violence,       she only resorted to it when those in need       required her to raise a hand—- She did not       have a world master to protect but herself       here. No one was being threatened but herself.       {      Manus.        She stared up at the creature and she saw       only her fear reflected in its eyes, and her       death at the tips of it’s arched crown.