Her heart beating wildly in her chest, Tanya made the only counter she could. The axes flicked up at the speed of thought, and Zande rushed her with the fury of a sudden squall. Tanya's only move was to drop her Quill, feathers of innocence wrapped about the tiny blade, and press her left palm into the ground. She strained herself to create one more Binding Contract, wide and broad enough to catch the hunter unless he attempted to stomp her into the stones. It was forged in less than half a second to last less than one, enough time and effort and magic to stick one of the cannibal's thunderous boots to the floor. She hoped against hope it would be enough to create the opening she needed, and yet the determination to survive burned in her eyes. That glint. Perhaps Zande would see it, a challenge from a will that could match his insanity, potion or not.