There was a hiss, and then pain. Derailey was a second too late to react properly to the clawed hand that shot out at her. There was a large slice on the side of her wrist, and blood began to seep quickly from the wound. If she hadn't reacted at all, she was sure she would have lost her hand. She tightened her grip on the blade, making sure it wouldn't slip as her own blood began to roll down onto the hilt of her blade.
She had jumped back and lashed out, but was unsure if she had hit the attacker or not. She stepped forward to Solo's side, eyeing the unknown form that still remained somewhat concealed in the grass. And then she saw the wings. Her eyes narrowed a bit, the only things with wings that would dare to roam in the Sea of Grass were the Glassbeaks...and Zith.
"Show yourself." Derailey demanded, keeping herself calm as possible. She ignored the stinging of her wound, as the blood continued it's escape, leaving several drops on the mossy ground. Solo stood waiting for the command to attack, almost impatiently, he kept his body crouched low, and teeth bared.
There was a sudden rustle then, and just as quickly as it came, it left. Derailey no longer sensed the presence of anyone else. She kept her guard up, and decided to keep moving.