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Orin had shot at and missed enough animals to know the sound the arrow made when piercing a tree, and that muted, moist sound it made was most certainly not from a tree. Her eyes widened when she realized she had hit her mark, even though in that second she could not see the criminal who had been hit, nor where she had pierced them. There was a split second of confusion when she heard her arrow whizzing again... not, not her arrow, it couldn't be! There was no time to dodge before the wooden shaft pierced the atmosphere, sharpened tip aimed right for her. The only thing that saved the Takekuro woman's life was the fact that her adversary took the shot in haste. If the huntress had had a moment to aim more deliberately the arrow would have pierced her core. But as it was, the arrow's trajectory was shoddy at best, but the woman still felt the sting as it broke her flesh.
“Ahh!” she yelped as her hand flew up to her shoulder, covering her bicep. Wide golden eyes turned to the wound and she was relieved and a bit surprised that there was no arrow jutting out from her arm. A quick glance over her shoulder proffered the ammunition lodged in a tree. When she took her fingers away they were stained with blood, and she felt the warm fluid as it began to seep into her fur and trickle down her arm.
Instinctively, she dropped to the ground, all in an instant, for her foe might be notching another arrow right then. She was still for a moment, pressing her palm against the wound, but when no further attack came she began to look around. Had her adversary fled? What was that? She thought she heard a small whimper, but likely could have imagined it. Her arrow had hit, but how hard?
Coming to her feet but now in a crouch she slithered to safety behind a massive tree trunk, waited a few moments, and then leaned over to peer around the tree, expecting to hear the fssst! of another arrow as it zipped toward her head. Maybe she went unseen with her white pelt against the snow (she didn't think about what a great target her neon hair would make). Squinting, she saw the girl kneeling in the snow, and she jerked back out of sight.
That didn't look like much of a criminal... she thought to herself, breathing heavily. In fact, she looked like little more than a woman as pure as herself. But creatures of evil were crafty. Hadn't Argul been? Liam? She could be one of them... could be...
She took another arrow from the quiver, the shaft getting stained with blood, and set the rig. Ready for anything... “Why are you shooting at me?” She asked the trees. Her position was no great secret so she was betraying nothing by speaking. “You're near on Cercatori d'Arte ground.”
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