She wasn't sure where the thug's sudden injury came from, but Ina wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Anything that turned the tide in their favor was welcome, and these people didn't move like soldiers, or warriors - unworthy opponents, nothing like she was used to fighting. She ought to be able to win without a kill, if she proved they didn't have a chance.

Her father had taught her that there was no honor in bloodshed against an enemy one easily outclassed. Better to scare them off and get that girl out of there.

She moved her bow up just a hair, and loosed an arrow. It came within millimeters of one man's ear and buried itself in the alley wall. Before any of them reacted, she already had another arrow nocked and aiming.

"Next time, I may not choose to miss."