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Miothiyle's greatest weakness was that she was often far too kind even in situations where she shouldn't be. It had led her into several ambushes in the past but as a warden she was supposed to help people and those in need on the road wasn't uncommon and it wasn't in her to leave them. She should have left quickly, instead of staying and helping the poor folk that she had accidently injured in her rush to escape.
Then there was the Meow, sharp and echoing through the streets. Her bow was out and arrow notched looking back along the street and standing over the casualty as she had been trained to do, protecting them from the fight. Figures descended into the street coming down from the rooftops and out of doorways and very quickly forming around where she was just standing. The vixen did not move holding her ground, bow pointed slightly down with the arrow not quite drawn referred to as a low ready. In an instant she could shift her draw and have a full power shot down range before most beasts could blink, and even then if she had to lose it where it was the deadly shaft would still punch through most armours.
As the strange uniformed group moved she would hesitate unsure of what to do, at the chaos around her. The weasel though managed to break out from the ambush and she had a shot on them, a quick flex and... no it was too risky, she would hit one of the others should she miss and further there was no threat from him as he took flight from the fight. She could step in to stop him but the situation was too chaotic to get involved and do the wrong thing or put herself in danger, plus she had a patient under her guard and getting in a fight would put them in risk. She swore but did nothing, this strange land with it's own laws and culture. It was better to not act and be chastised rather than act and end up in irons
Then there was the Meow, sharp and echoing through the streets. Her bow was out and arrow notched looking back along the street and standing over the casualty as she had been trained to do, protecting them from the fight. Figures descended into the street coming down from the rooftops and out of doorways and very quickly forming around where she was just standing. The vixen did not move holding her ground, bow pointed slightly down with the arrow not quite drawn referred to as a low ready. In an instant she could shift her draw and have a full power shot down range before most beasts could blink, and even then if she had to lose it where it was the deadly shaft would still punch through most armours.
As the strange uniformed group moved she would hesitate unsure of what to do, at the chaos around her. The weasel though managed to break out from the ambush and she had a shot on them, a quick flex and... no it was too risky, she would hit one of the others should she miss and further there was no threat from him as he took flight from the fight. She could step in to stop him but the situation was too chaotic to get involved and do the wrong thing or put herself in danger, plus she had a patient under her guard and getting in a fight would put them in risk. She swore but did nothing, this strange land with it's own laws and culture. It was better to not act and be chastised rather than act and end up in irons
