Misha stumbles through the brush behind Ambrose for a few meters before she feels the sharp sting of the tranquilizer bury itself in her upper arm. She slams her other hand onto her should, wrenching the dart(?) out of the skin with a loud hiss. She glances over at Ambrose, desperate to flee as she felt the sedative flowing through her veins. With a pang of determination, she took a breath in and began to shriek at the top of her lungs - hoping someone would hear her before she blacked out.