She never made it to the cart just as she'd predicted that she wouldn't, half way there the Ixal descended on the helpless passengers. She ground to a halt, ducking as an arrow slammed into the cart and crossing her arms over her head, her cowering was momentary however as she scrambled back from the Beastmen to try and put some distance. When they bore down on the driver, intimidating him her eyes widened and her heart sped, they were going to let him go? Was he in on this whole thing? What could the Bestmen possible want with all of the passengers? That last thought was more frightening than the others, she could only imagine exactly what the horrible birds would do with them and none of it was anything good.
Her eyes jumped between each of the beastmen closest to her as she back away slowly, she wasn't going to be able to break the lines they'd formed even running into the forest was dangerous with an Archer on watch. The fact was only driven home as she watched the horror unfold with the driver, his run and then tumble down the hill as an arrow embedded itself deep into his back. A small whimper escaped her at his death and she wrapped her arms over her chest to curl her fingers against her arms. They were quickly advancing towards her and she squeezed her eyes shut, without her grimoire she wasn't sure she could fend them off, even with her fledgling pugilism...
Speaking of pugilism, her eyes jumped open at a scuffling of feet, she couldn't just close her eyes and die. She refused to. Surprise replaced her defiance, her body uncurling slowly as she straightened and stared at S'imba in mild shock. "W-What are you doing?" she called to him but it was in concern now, they'd kill him if he wasn't careful. Her own hands balled into fists and her figure shook lightly, wavering in indecision.
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