Tamar, the daughter of Queen Elara, standing atop a high branch, a bow already drawn for another shot. Her expression was utterly cold and focused, so utterly merciless too.
I thought she was away from here? Was she not near Shishi-no-su's borders before I left?
I had made a catastrophic miscalculation.
…Wait.
Is it possible that I might actually be killed here?
The thought struck me like another arrow.
No.
I refuse to die just yet!
I threw myself into motion again—reviving the dodging, and hopping, and twisting in the middle of the air with every desperate trick I knew.
My body bent and contorted beyond what any normal frame should allow, trying to thread the needle between death raining from above.
"Argh!" a cry was torn from my mouth.
One of the arrows had finally found me.
