Bloody Game of Tag

There wasn't much to her, but she was annoying enough when she wanted to be. As Medusa ran along the large buck's flank, Cricket moved to the other, delivering annoying little nips to his legs and sides whenever he moved in her direction a little too far. Her tiny legs were burning, and so were her lungs, and just when she thought she might have to fall back, Ghoul leapt from his cover and grabbed the giant thing by the neck.

She was a bit too short to grab onto anything more than the delicate skin where it's foreleg met its belly, but there were some juicy arteries in there and if she managed to bite hard enough, she'd at least get it losing some more blood, hopefully slowing it enough for the rest to get in there and finish it off. The sight of Ghoul catching a hoof to the chest only drove her to bite harder, blood dripping from her chin and painting the ground red beneath her.