Alaric stormed off of the tent and just how fast he has come out, she was only managing to sit down on the bed. A hissing sound was approaching her way and because of her alertness, she managed to dodge an arrow about to strike her. She rolled down on the ground, caring less if it was wet and bumpy with rocks, until three arrows dropped just inches away from her.
She stood up and grabbed her daggers from where she has hidden them. She then walked out of the tent and saw the Wentraus and Alaric's men fighting. It was a sight that brings back memories of the attack on Castille and she was immobilized for a moment.
The blood.
The savageness.
The cries and shouts.
She feels suffocating. Though she doesn't want this weakness and fear to overcome her, she just cannot will her body to move
