Miss Imogen holds her ground, and draws another arrow from her quiver, hanging by her leg. It is emptying, she thinks as the remaining shafts rattle around in the leather cup. They've been in the jungle longer than she had expected.
She sees a light steam evaporate from her forearm, as the ice reaches the surface of her skin and instantly evaporates. She doesn't feel the heat or the humidity at all anymore. They've been in this jungle so much longer than expected.
The bowstring is pulled back, the arrow nocked. And she releases again at the glowing giant figure.
She sees a light steam evaporate from her forearm, as the ice reaches the surface of her skin and instantly evaporates. She doesn't feel the heat or the humidity at all anymore. They've been in this jungle so much longer than expected.
The bowstring is pulled back, the arrow nocked. And she releases again at the glowing giant figure.
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