Rose bounced and swerved; she could avoid the flailing ogre with youthful enthusiasm, but it was keeping her from closing in for the kill.

And then she had it. Like a stroke of lightning. Literally, a stroke of lightning. Blood had been steadily pouring from its ear, and she blasted the crimson waterfall with a tiny spark. Small, but enough to startle it. She hoped. It had to work, since she was already mid-air, aiming for its eyes this time.