[Shenandoah]

It was blind dumb luck that he managed to kill the beast... and Rob was very grateful. It was much like her first moment within the Game. For a moment, she knew what she had to do and did it, but never again that flash of revelation ever fell on her again and she learned how to shoot the bow through endless hours of practice and tons of begging for coaching from her avid hunter Ag. Teacher that liked any kind of projectile weapons... including bows and crossbows.

Her hand covered her wound, red blood coating her fingers. "Is there a first aid kit around so that I can patch up for a bit?" she asked, cursing her lack of foresight and not grabbing the fanny pack with her rudimentary medical supplies, including bandages and compresses.

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Rick vaulted over a pile of trash and burst onto the next street, skidding in surprise as he nearly body slammed a Boss. The thing was bigger than a Clydesdale and seriously torqued off.

"Fuck!" he swore in surprise, spinning away in time to miss hooves as big as dinner plates that were aimed at his head. He managed to fall in beside what appeared to be a Mulatto woman. "You piss this sucker off, hon? 'Cuz that shows real lack of plannin' on your part," he chirped, settling his weapon on his shoulder as he flashed her a grin.

Chit-chat hour wasn't more than a few seconds, however, as the horse decided that running them down sounded like a good idea, apparently losing its common sense at the appearance of the insulting red-head.