The remaining sirens, of which there's a lot, stop jumping at her. She's surrounded, and they're death-glaring at her fully prepared to lunge, but they've quit attacking.

She rose up into a coiled position, and roared again, baring her fangs. She was someone who should be messed with, and anyone who did would be punished severely.

They growl at her, but remain where they are. Now that they've stopped jumping at her, she can see that there's about a thousand sirens total, with 50 or so already killed by her.

She then unhinged her jaw so it went in a 90 degree angle, like a pit viper. She then let out a guttural roar, full of primal rage. You mess with her, you better have your will written.

Then something pricks her in the neck.

She quickly used water and ice to grab the thing and yank it out, assuming its a dart or something to knock her out or poison her.

It's a small spear. She can't tell who threw it, but she's already starting to feel dizzy.

She growled and fought it.

She can feel the dizziness rapidly getting worse.

She growled, fighting it.