CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
From within the house, she'd heard the yelling. Fear had gripped her, forcing her to the window to see figures sprinting past, en route to-- where? Why? It didn't matter. Without a second thought or consideration to check the network, the archer geared up, grabbed her bow and glove and was off without ever saying a word to her family. No time, had to go, where was everyone going.
It was a flan that wandered into her path first, once she'd come within a block of the Tower, and surprised, she skid to a stop. Crap, flan. An arrow wouldn't do much damage, even if she fired more than one. The moment she raised the bow, determined, it lunged -- Faram, it was big -- bowling her over onto hard ground. A whimper left her mouth as her skull hit cobblestone, and stars danced across her vision.
Crap, crap, crap.