Just Fight Back

Rhynn froze, her obsidian blade seeming to flash into its sheath at her hip on its own accord. The leaves on the trees rustled softly, masking the sound of her breaths as she stared, wide-eyed, at the sentry who prowled the forest suspiciously. He was unarmed. She smiled; a silent, feral grin that came all too rarely to her features. As the sentry's eyes focused on her, the grin disappeared. His face was plastered all-too-obviously with an expression of fake fear. She felt her stomach plummet, and her hand was still making it's way to her knife when the crossbow bolt hit her, tearing the flesh from her shoulder.