[Her fingers are curled into fists, caught between fleeing and fighting, her eyes clenched tightly shut, but she knows the girl's coming closer, and that anxious knot of dread is solidifying. She shouldn't be afraid. Some tiny part of her, buried in the back of her mind, knew that. Knew that she'd faced down so much worse and this one girl shouldn't be making her so terrified. That didn't change the fact that she was.
So she could run. Or she could fight.]
You're right.
[The words are quiet, almost whispered, Artemis's voice still shaking. But she's tired of running. Her fingers curl around an arrow shaft a moment before she launches herself at the girl.]
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So she could run. Or she could fight.]
You're right.
[The words are quiet, almost whispered, Artemis's voice still shaking. But she's tired of running. Her fingers curl around an arrow shaft a moment before she launches herself at the girl.]