( It's the first time in a long while a dude has ended up sprawled at Kate's feet without her being the cause of it. Not that Kate has the time to appreciate the newbie or his fetching coat before the growl of this month's monster (some bulky huge thing which she is pretty sure would think of her knives as feathers tickling its leathery skin) has her attention back on it.
Thankfully, knives aren't all she has. Her fingers curl around an arrow, pluck it from the quiver held at her waist by a finely made belt, and fit the arrow into an absurdly large bow, quickly loosing it at the monster's middle. )
Hadriel. ( Hadriel is what's happening. But there's no time to go into exactly what that means. The arrow may have it hit its mark, but that just seemed to make the monster more angry. ) You get up?
( Meanwhile, she's going to try for its eye with the next arrow. )
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Thankfully, knives aren't all she has. Her fingers curl around an arrow, pluck it from the quiver held at her waist by a finely made belt, and fit the arrow into an absurdly large bow, quickly loosing it at the monster's middle. )
Hadriel. ( Hadriel is what's happening. But there's no time to go into exactly what that means. The arrow may have it hit its mark, but that just seemed to make the monster more angry. ) You get up?
( Meanwhile, she's going to try for its eye with the next arrow. )