Sylvia was right behind the ogre, and she now realized how small she was compared to the muscle-ridden, berserker of a rat. 

[i]If that thing grabs me it’ll…[/i]  she didn’t want to finish the thought. She saw how savage the normal Skaven were, from the Dwarf corpses on the ground. She didn’t want to imagine what the infinitely more barbaric ogre would do to a fragile human such as her. 

She shook such thoughts from her head.

[i]If I do this correctly, I won’t have to worry about such things.[/i]

She quickly scanned the ogre’s back, noting the several bumps that represented its spinal cord. If her knowledge was correct, the higher up the injury to the spine, the deadlier it was. She weighed her options. He couldn’t simply slash at the spine with her dagger; the bone was too thick, especially for a beast of this size. The blade would simply fail to cut into the bone. She had to jam her dagger deep into its spine, to sever the nerves within and paralyze it. 

She took a deep breath. Such a simple thing as stabbing a lumbering, quarter-wit rat in the back was a difficult thing to, especially since the ogre was thrashing around due to Marianne’s insects and other such distractions. If she missed, which meant missing the spine and striking flesh, it would instantly alert the ogre and spell agonizing death for her. She knew she couldn’t dodge as fast or fight as well as the others: Her skill lay in her ability to conceal herself and strike when it was the most essential, to put all of her energy and calculation into a single, critical hit.

She raised her dagger, aimed for the gap between two vertebrae, and brought it down into the ogre’s back with all of her might, praying that her shot was true.