Rue felt her fingers sliding off the branch like it was lubricated with
oil. The bark was coarse but her fingers were glossy with perspiration and
couldn't hold any friction. Screaming soundlessly, she felt the ground
plummet towards her. Her spine connected with solid ground and audibly
cracked. The centaurs surrounded her and several of the aggressive males
kicked her. But all aggression dwindled like the day as the Herd noticed
that Rue was not responding.
