[In response, there's the telltale whistle of a crossbow bolt, followed moments later by a glancing hit, leaving Shaw with a minor injury. The angle suggests the bolt was fired from somewhere to the northwest.]
[The crossbow bolt whistles off into the jungle after striking her, lost in the surrounding trees and underbrush.]
Not fast enough. Consider, if this makes it easier for your small animal brain to comprehend: You could die if you trip in a hole or a snare. On the other hand, you will die if I decide I want to kill you. The choice is yours.
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Stop. I'm going.
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Not fast enough.
Consider, if this makes it easier for your small animal brain to comprehend:
You could die if you trip in a hole or a snare.
On the other hand, you will die if I decide I want to kill you.
The choice is yours.
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:3
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[She's still walking steadily away from the structure! But still not moving overly quickly.]
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Or maybe I'm really trying to kill you and I just missed?
Is that something you want to gamble on?
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She doesn't say it. But she almost does.]
The drones aren't you. Am I guessing right?
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How would you tell, one way or the other?
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You'll have to try and catch me to find out. :3
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We'll see how long that lasts.
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