“Umm…” Bowyetta looked around. “Bonkakira is saying we are needing
to, um… be attacking her arm… Are needing of some sharp object, but..,
Can not be reaching into her hair right now…”

Bowyetta’s hair was
now coated in a combination of ink and the strange liquid metal. Judging
by the look on her face, it was the metallic substance making her feel
ill for some reason. And since she couldn’t exactly reach her arrows at
the moment, the only other sharp object she had on her was…

“Um,
M-Mr. Sir…?” Bowyetta’s voice was shaking as she asked. “Are you having
of any hard objects? Bowyetta is needing of something to sharpen her
teeth…”

The Repairman silently pulled out a buzz-saw and a pick-axe. He was more than willing to sever the appropriated parts of this thing.

He was about to clamber town to the nearest limb when he noticed Bowyetta looked…ill. And she expected to chomp on this thing?

“You don’t need to bite the thing,” he said, tossing her the saw. “Here. Now, let’s fix up this…whatever it is…”