Escape sounded like a possibility as Faire heard an Argonian growl as she bolted across the flat terrain of the hotsprings. As she ran, she took a glance back to see if there were any pursuers but when she turned her attention back to where she was running, an armored golem had suddenly appeared from the waning tree line. The man, whoever he was, looked menancing with the shadows and low light really applying that terror effect.

Faire's sprint came to a clumsy stop as she stumbled a bit after a brief stutter step to slow her momentum. Unfortunately she was way to close for comfort as the man's reach could easily bring that massive sword around for a clean cut. In hindsight, casting Ironflesh seemed like a foolish choice when preparing her plan, then again, not being spotted and avoiding this campsite altogether would have been the preferable option. However that was not the life she was living and instead had to face the consequences of right now. 

The armored man's voice was muffled by his helmet but Faire understood the seriousness of his threat. With the ever slightest caution, Faire took one step back as she held onto her bow tightly as she quickly thought of a plan. Her magelight trick might or might not work. It would almost assuredly prompt the man to swing wildly with his weapon and that could be dangerous. In fact, Faire couldn't get a bead on this man. An odor of preserved dead radiated in the area and the possibility of this man being some type of Draugr didn't seem too farfetched. Whatever he was, Faire could not surrender to him or anyone. If she was the last of her kind, surrender would be a disgraceful way to die. She'd go out fighting.

Somewhat of a plan brewed in her mind and without further thinking, she decided to go for it. She just didn't have the time as she could only imagine the camp behind her was mobilizing. 

"You waste your breath, Atmoran..." Faire said under her breath, taking a guess at the man's race. Without anything else, Faire sprung into action as her hands began to glow with a faint light blue fog. Using her available hand, she hastily fired a Frostbolt at the man's chest, which would hopefully slow him down with either a miss or a hit. Then Faire, herself, leapt back and allowed herself to fall on her back and roll upright again. If she had enough space, she'd planned to just take off again, but head in a perpendicular direction to both the camp and the armored man.