[Shenandoah]

Robyn groaned as Shannon ran into the fray as she loosed an arrow, pinning one plant down. The idea for survival included trying to keep as much distance as possible. Her bow usually provided for that and ranged combat was much better than any other combat so you didn't have to get in up close.

Repeatedly, she loosed arrow after arrow, pinning each plant she trapped to the ground. One spectacular shot had a Trap writhing with its mouth pinned to the ground as it fought to get loose.

"Yeah!" She called to Shannon. "You don't wanna mess with rabbits the size of Rottweilers and are as friendly as..." Thwack of an arrow. "...fighting pit bulls! We'd be interfering with their meal if we hang around and they'll attack us..." Pause for another arrow. "...if we stick around."

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"About... twenty or so minutes. No more than thirty, though." For a Player in this particular war zone, that was a phenomenal length of time. He gave her a long and appreciative look at her bra-only upper half before averting his eyes. "You need help wrapping that?" he offered, knowing that the likelihood was slim to none on that prospect. She seemed to him to be the type to protect herself irregardless of her current situation.

((Sounds good to me.))