"If you can find a tree ..." Nin looks around to see if she can spot any in these flat, monotonous fields. "If not, you'll have to just hit it hard to draw its attention, then run like hell. I'll hide in a furrow—" Plenty of those, at least "—and you lead it right over where I'm hiding. I'll shove a sharpened spike up its gut as it passes above me. That should distract it enough for you to get in a second shot. If that doesn't make it think twice ..."

Perhaps she could find something poisonous to smear on the stick, even. Although these fields likely held mostly crops. Not much to work with, but you never knew what poisonous weeds or venomous critters might be hiding among the stalks.