Running through the semi dark terrain, not certain how far back those infernal hunters were, nor how many they were, damn what had she done wrong? How had she slipped up so bad to call this many to herself? All she had done was to have some fun nothing else, not her fault it ruined a couple of villages. Grabbing a branch and throwing herself up into the tree, climbing up high and hiding herself, using her dark appearance to blend into the night, barely breathing as she nocks an arrow, silently waiting for the first group to appear. Seeing three trying to sneak forward, waiting for them to be just in line before letting go of her arrow, the next already nocked before the scream of the first one hit, launching it and jumping down with an elegant tumble through the air, throwing a poisoned blade on the third and beginning to run off. Three down, X left.

Running onward only to stumble upon a group of two, daggers drawn before they even have the chance to react as she runs past them with a whirling strike as they both fall without much hassle, daggers back down, bow up as she lets go of an arrow to take out a lone fool peeking out, shifting her direction and running to the left, circling back to the start and trying to get in from behind with finding a group of three arrows swiftly let loose to take down two of her targets before the third appears with his fiery blade, striking at her but missing luckily enough as she dives around him with a precise strike to his side and onward, not daring to stop after the screams of her fallen victims.

Up into another three, using the screams as a diversion strategy for the fools to take the bait to gather, watching their fallen comrades, kneeling down to look upon them as she lets loose a flurry of arrows, then quickly jumping down only to be met with a cross of death, no time to dodge as she raises her right arm to take the hit with a scream of pain as her arm falls to the side utterly destroyed, flying up to him with a strike of fire as his body lits ablaze, falling down in painful screams, and onward, a lone young hunter trying to step out with a bow of their own only to be met with a poisoned dagger in the chest.

Running and hiding behind a bush, touching her ruined arm, damn how could she fire a bow like this? Her main weapon, her grandest chance to best these pesky little ones. Burrowing down, blending into the night as she lets them search for her, believe her gone, taking her time to see them gather before jumping out two knives let loose in an instant, a third and forth sliced open, barely managing to avoid their attacks, beginning to run once more as a cascade of bombs flies at her, jumping back to avoid them all with a grin only to feel a thud at her back, the sensation of unmoving, body freezing up, muscles still as the surviving hunters all storms out from their places striking her, ruining her, darkness, darkness as she falls down defeated and bested. Blades in all manners of sizes and shapes rised as the hunters celebrate having felled their prey, turning to her and stretching out a hand to help her up as she happily laughs.
”Damn you got me.” Glancing to the one who had landed the hit on her arm. ”The second you took my arm I knew it was going to be hard, well done.”

Laughing with her little LARP friends, gathering her belongings and heading of to talk, be social and discuss their next little gathering and if they should do something special for the other holidays or keep to their regular ongoing story.