Livira dived in headfirst. The teeth, all inward pointing to prevent escape, offered no resistance. She got about rib deep before she could get no further, and in the damp, stinking, darkness she started slashing. She found a direction her arms could move in and hauled the dagger downwards in a long slicing motion, sawing at the obdurate flesh. Dust-bears, it turned out, had mastered the art of projectile vomiting just for such occasions.
Livira is so brave. What a solid character so far!
