Three strangely shaped shadows encircled the two, unnoticed amidst the surrounding chaos.
Margaret's eyes were sharp. She could tell that these were not refugees, but criminals mingling among them. Indeed, without some skill, she wouldn't have noticed the woman's disguise earlier.
The chaos hadn't given her much time to react before the three pursued them. The woman was defenseless. Margaret's spear was disguised as a walking stick, and her pistol was hidden within her clothes. But was Margaret the type to be bullied?
Just as she was about to swing her walking stick to protect the woman...
WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH. Three piercing sounds sliced through the air, their origins and sequence a blur. Margaret's reaction was so quick that she could see the fletching on the arrows quivering as they zipped past her.
