Maker's breath, they're really pulling out all the stops for one possibly useless person, aren't they? But that was the idea behind this whole plan, huh?

As she leads the Venatori toward the ambush point, occasionally casting hurried looks over her shoulder to the approaching crowd, Avery briefly considers playing into the trope a bit harder. You know, shouting uselessly for help or begging the enemy for mercy or some such? But whether it's a conscious decision or just terrified instinct, what ends up coming out instead is that internal monologue from before, in a moderately loud string of panicked curses.

For one especially horrifying moment, she even thinks she's gotten mixed up and isn't heading the right way anymore, before realizing her destination is right in front of her. She tries to mask her relief though as she stumbles to her hands and knees, then slowly stands and drags herself forward to lean against the nearest tree, breathing heavily.

"Please," Avery feebly says again as the Venatori begin catch up. "Don't."