Fight-or-flight is instant, and Ellie's first instinct is to get out from under the hooves of a mount. Except it isn't... hooves. Not exactly. And holy shit that's definitely not a horse.
"Oh fuck," she hisses, scrambling up to her feet and back, when her mind manages to separate the tiny woman on the back of the demony-horse-dragon thing, and realize it's some kind of mount from the fucking- saddle she's somehow put on it-
Aenor's yell pulls her attention to what was somehow secondary to the rest of the batshit reality; the fact that they're being run up on by a literal fucking nightmare.
Ellie reaches automatically for her shotgun, finds that it's basically an actual rock, and instead fumbles for her bow, pulling out an arrow. It's one of her normal broadheads, but it's been enough for plenty of shit that's tried to kill her.
She takes aim for the thing's face, and fires -- and is surprised to have hit it despite the inhuman speed it's moving it. The thing jerks back as both of their arrows find their mark, but keeps coming, swiping at Aenor.
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"Oh fuck," she hisses, scrambling up to her feet and back, when her mind manages to separate the tiny woman on the back of the demony-horse-dragon thing, and realize it's some kind of mount from the fucking- saddle she's somehow put on it-
Aenor's yell pulls her attention to what was somehow secondary to the rest of the batshit reality; the fact that they're being run up on by a literal fucking nightmare.
Ellie reaches automatically for her shotgun, finds that it's basically an actual rock, and instead fumbles for her bow, pulling out an arrow. It's one of her normal broadheads, but it's been enough for plenty of shit that's tried to kill her.
She takes aim for the thing's face, and fires -- and is surprised to have hit it despite the inhuman speed it's moving it. The thing jerks back as both of their arrows find their mark, but keeps coming, swiping at Aenor.