The Pieces of Battle - Part 9

Nila saw the chase as well, and an arrow was on her bowstring, drawn back at mind-numbing speed. The projectile was sent hurtling before the crow could get out of range. As always happened when Nila released an arrow, Oliver forfeited the crow's life in his mind, adding it to the supply of meat that they'd brought with them.

This crow was an oddity, though. It curved suddenly, before the arrow could hit, ducking out of its way, leaving its pursuit of the rabbit temporarily.

Oliver was as shocked as the girl herself. For Nila to miss – that seemed a poor omen if ever there was one. She met his eyes, as he raised a questioning eyebrow. She shrugged, both to dispel her stiffness, and to answer the unspoken question.