Diana dodges Pinon

Pinon lunged at Diana, but she had anticipated the movement.  She cast the lasso over the creature’s head, yanking her forward and driving her foot into Pinon’s abdomen.
The monster squealed in pain, seizing the rope with her long white fingers, her tail snapping forward.  It had a pincer at its tip, not a stinger, and Diana had the briefest second to wonder why before she dodged away, barely keeping hold of her end of the lasso, snapping it snugly around Pinon’s neck.