Harpoon to the Shoulder

Rachel had only one hand free. That was enough for the first dozen or so attackers. But then...

"RROOOOAAARRR!"

A harpoon, clear through Rachel's right shoulder!

With a loud grunt she broke off the shaft.

With a ham-sized paw she swatted at the head of a Nartec rising to his feet. He fell back.

But now Rachel gave way, staggered back as the wound took its toll. The Nartec poured into the gap.

(...)

I bit and tore, leaped and scratched. But we kept backing up. Back to the bridge. Back to where Ax stood working feverishly. In seconds we'd have to pull him into the battle. And then...

We were cornered. There were just too many of them! They were exhausting us with sheer numbers.

Blood ran down my haunches from the points of handheld spears.

The harpoon wound in Rachel's shoulder oozed badly.