If Kiara could talk, she would have yelled back, "Fuck that!" That would have been a bad idea, though, seeing as she was already looking for the idiot who thought it was a good idea to shoot arrows at her. She'd left her own bow knowing that it would slow her down as she made her way through the trees. It was better that she look for the attacker, in her opinion, because she was smaller and most likely a lot quieter than Ostus.
Besides, she was trained to use the dagger in her hands almost as well as her bow. If they were going to have any chance, she would at least need to distract the archer even if she could not take him out herself. Her gaze went to where Ostus fought with the swordsman and suddenly she felt sorry for him. Kiara was certain that these people were here for her, and he was - like all the rest- collateral damage. She only hoped he would not be hurt too badly.
Knowing what to look for also made this job easier for Kiara. An archer would be somewhere hidden, but where the target could still be seen. More so, she was listening for the deep breathing of someone focusing hard. When she finally found it, she didn't waste a moment. It took only seconds to shoot an arrow, and she didn't want to give the man the time. He let out a surprised sound when she took him to the ground, trying to get her knife to his throat.
Perhaps, if she had taken a life before, the fight would have gone very differently. But, she hadn't, and Kiara hesitated. This gave the archer just enough time to aim a punch towards her face and switch their positions. It was so familiar that for a moment, she could not breathe because of her fear. How was it that all these years later, one night could terrify her still?
He raised his own dagger just like her would-be assassin that hovered in the back of her memory, but this time she knew what to do. Kiara kicked as hard as she could, knocking the archer off balance. His blade dug into her shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the wound he was aiming for.