Mirerien felt a sharp pain at her shoulder and looked down. A fresh line of blood stained her shirt. She felt another one on her leg and flinched. They were escalating their little game. Rolling into the bushes, she attempted to put some space between her and them. Trees shook as they followed on either side. The leaves ahead of her shook, and she dropped her hammer through its loop and jumped, grabbing on to a low-hanging branch and swinging up into the trees. Running and jumping from limb to limb, she struggled to keep ahead of her pursuers, trying to buy time while she developed a strategy.
Though they were acrobatically inclined, few could catch an elf in a tree. Once they learned they could not catch her, they began throwing daggers at her feet. Each blade struck a little closer unti
