[Great, and now the music is making fun of her. Everything is a game of some kind, in this place.
Her body reacts automatically when the arrow sinks into the ground in front of her. The bow comes up, one of her own arrows set to the string between one breath and the next. Her eyes lock on the place her attacker had to be, and while for a moment it looks like the tree had decided to shed weapons, a second or two gives her practised eyes the time to see the outline of a person.
She shoots. The arrow thunks into the trunk next to their head, but she's already moving, taking cover behind the trunk of another tree. Her breath comes in harsh pants, and she forces herself to keep her eyes open, throttling her panic. She didn't kill them, whoever it was. She's okay. She's still good.]
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Her body reacts automatically when the arrow sinks into the ground in front of her. The bow comes up, one of her own arrows set to the string between one breath and the next. Her eyes lock on the place her attacker had to be, and while for a moment it looks like the tree had decided to shed weapons, a second or two gives her practised eyes the time to see the outline of a person.
She shoots. The arrow thunks into the trunk next to their head, but she's already moving, taking cover behind the trunk of another tree. Her breath comes in harsh pants, and she forces herself to keep her eyes open, throttling her panic. She didn't kill them, whoever it was. She's okay. She's still good.]