"… Ah."

It'd be nice to imagine that time slows down in this instant. That just this once, Time might be kind enough to her to give her a break.

Just this twice? It's not the first time. Tiny twinge of pain at that thought, of the loss of enough time, forever.

It'd be a nice thought. It'd be nice to be able to [i]have[/i] thoughts, like "What?" and its sister, "the [i]fuck?[/i]", but A) Time hates her, and B) staring down an arrow has a lovely way of concentrating the mind on [i]not[/i] staring down an arrow as quickly as possible.

No fingernail should look that bony.

Dimly, she's aware--well, mostly that Dekal is [i]fucking heavy[/i] when she's busy being stabbed (and we're not unpacking the idea right now, thanks much)--but also that the horizon behind her is lit with the dim glow of paper catching fire, and she remembers catching a brazier with her tail as she dove through a wall, and--

And you know what, she's aware she's running from the god of haste and speed and messengers, so right now that's less important to think about than getting away as quickly as possible.

[Get Away: 5,6, +2. [b]13[/b] to Get Away quickly, avoiding harm, while bringing Dekal with her, but drawing attention as she does.]