*Dazed from having nearly drowned herself, Gamine stood a moment, trying to get her bearings. Whether it was the warm water or random fate, her eyes cleared, her colour returned, and she looked nearly normal. It was then she realized what, exactly, the noises she was hearing were.*

The...what...oh crud. I swore I would never do that again, and what do I do?...Next time I bleed. Doesn' matter, I just do.

*Moving somewhat closer, she rapidly drew and strung her bow. Placing her quiver beside her, she rapidly drew and fired arrow after arrow, the aim both to wound and distract the enemies from the embroiled warriors. As the motions and targets became automatic, she began pondering what else to do. The feeling hung in the air of a deeper, stronger magic.*
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DC: Gamina
RS: Gaminia