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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Greybar" data-source="post: 870838" data-attributes="member: 4938">"Hunters become hunted", part oneSyra ran.  Calling upon her discipline, she willed her legs to keep moving.When the Matriarch's Bloodguard came knocking on her door, she didn't even try to pretend.  She had slammed wedges under the door and in-between the hinges, wedges that had been waiting against this day. She fled out a back window, descending down two stories of wall with her hands gripping the smooth wood effortlessly.  The time for subtlety was past.  Passers by either gawked or fled.  The use of magic in New Gorkana is a capital offense.Pallas was dead.  Sarata was missing.  Fenden denied ever knowing her.  The others had gone to ground, hopefully with more success than she had."Sarata!" Syra cursed the Abantine mystic's name under her breath.  "Always" [breathe] "though you knew what was best".  "Didn't want to listen" [dodge around a tree] "to the rest of us."She heard the cry of the bloodhawk too late.  She ducked reflexively. The talons raked along the back of her neck.  If she had spun to look it would have doubtless tried to tear out her eyes as it was trained.The hunters must be on her.  If I stop to fight the hawk with my blade, they'll catch up.  If keep running, it will eventually bleed me to death.  Unless I can get a quiet moment to draw power, I cannot knock it from the sky, and I hear their hawks are resistent to power.  Must keep running and look for better options.---Karrinkas pads between the trees.  He hears the voices and footsteps of the others just far enough behind.  It affords him a measure of quiet and space to scout ahead.  He wrinkles his nose in the air, taking in the scent of recent passage.  There is the acrid musk of the lizard-hounds here, though faint.  His ears rise.  The rapid crunch of human boots running without heed to stealth and the cry of a hawk.He rises on his hind paws, getting a better position on the sound, and waves a signal to Balius.  Balius relays it to the group, and they go quiet.  Karrinkas drops back to all fours and races silently along the ground, instinctively moving from cover to cover in search of the sound.He sees a human female crashing through the trees, a hawk swooping and diving at her.  She has a shortsword at her waist, but seems more intent on getting away than turning to fight the hawk.  She circles a tree with thick branches, trying to put it between her and the hawk for a moment to catch her breath.  He considers for the briefest moment, and springs forward in a pounce.  One claw catches the side of the hawk unawares and bats it into a roll.  The hawk screetches and darts away.  The woman stares wide-eyed at the Karranas then dashes up the tree with amazing speed."I mean you no harm" Karrinkas says slowly in his best moonborn.  He knows that most human women can also speak moonborn, so he tries his best to enunciate clearly.She pauses in the crook of two branches.  A weak smile crosses her face.  Her look turns to alarm once more as two longbow arrows slam into Karrinkas' flank in quick succession.</blockquote>

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