[She's not stupid. She has no idea how she remembers how to make a bow, or why it would be important to her to have one, but the fact still remains that it only took her an hour to crudely form one. The longer she held the weapon in her hand, the louder she could hear her heart beat in her head.
The fact that she also somehow knew deep down that she couldn't trust any of the people here was also weighing on her, and the more she racked her brain to try and figure it out, the more she gave in to panic.
She had already escaped police forces twice now, and was beyond pissy that they were mistaking her attempts to get people to stay away as attacks on someone's life. She didn't have any doubts that she, at some point, had been a killer. Her ease with accuracy in her shots from the rooftop at the people down below had been her first clue of that. She knew all the vital points to hit and exactly what angle to aim at to hit them.
But she wasn't trying to kill anyone.
She just was a cornered animal, wanting them all to stay away so she could sort things out on her own.
So when she heard someone climbing up the staircase on the building next to her, her attention snapped over to it. Worried it might be an officer with a gun or worse, she took off running to the edge of the building she's standing on to observe. Her bow is shrugged off and she pulls out an arrow from her back pocket, taking aim at a target she can't see just yet.]
If you make the mistake of thinking you can take me to them, it's likely to be your last.
[Not a threat, but a promise. Just because she hadn't targeted any of the people down below (no matter what they think and are saying) doesn't mean that she won't kill if she needs to survive. She has a feeling in her gut she'll be able to do it, and decides to just act on that instinct.]
I wasn't trying to harm any of them. I specifically aimed away!
[An explanation? No, her admission of innocence to make herself feel better and more calm in this situation.]
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The fact that she also somehow knew deep down that she couldn't trust any of the people here was also weighing on her, and the more she racked her brain to try and figure it out, the more she gave in to panic.
She had already escaped police forces twice now, and was beyond pissy that they were mistaking her attempts to get people to stay away as attacks on someone's life. She didn't have any doubts that she, at some point, had been a killer. Her ease with accuracy in her shots from the rooftop at the people down below had been her first clue of that. She knew all the vital points to hit and exactly what angle to aim at to hit them.
But she wasn't trying to kill anyone.
She just was a cornered animal, wanting them all to stay away so she could sort things out on her own.
So when she heard someone climbing up the staircase on the building next to her, her attention snapped over to it. Worried it might be an officer with a gun or worse, she took off running to the edge of the building she's standing on to observe. Her bow is shrugged off and she pulls out an arrow from her back pocket, taking aim at a target she can't see just yet.]
If you make the mistake of thinking you can take me to them, it's likely to be your last.
[Not a threat, but a promise. Just because she hadn't targeted any of the people down below (no matter what they think and are saying) doesn't mean that she won't kill if she needs to survive. She has a feeling in her gut she'll be able to do it, and decides to just act on that instinct.]
I wasn't trying to harm any of them. I specifically aimed away!
[An explanation? No, her admission of innocence to make herself feel better and more calm in this situation.]