Scott rolled to the side once more as another projectile split the air. He was being herded, that much was obvious. Each of the wooden projectiles had barely missed him. Given his current body condition and lack of martial prowess there was no way that he was narrowly avoiding the death missiles using only his own power. A phantom blur mocked him at the edge of his peripheral vision. His attacker stayed outside his field of view, but allowed him to catch a fleeting glimpse of her form. Whatever she was, she was fast. Arrows pierced the forest air and chased him through the wooden lanes. Whenever he tried to veer away from her designated travel plan, an arrow would scream out and just barely avoid piercing his flesh as a warning. Soon the sound of flapping wings and the piercing cry of a hunting hawk split the air. It was joined by more of its kind. Scott was forced out of the woods and into an open clearing. He staggered to a stop and stared up at the sky.
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