Gyre, that's the stupidest reaction you could've ever had. Literally ever. When someone's aiming a longbow at you, especially someone who's upset, never turn your back on them.

Her first arrow whistles by him as she fires at where she thinks he's about to run. It goes wide, disappearing into the foggy nowhere that lies beyond. If he'd started to run, that arrow was at neck-length. That would've sucked.

But he didn't block it, and she hesitates as she grabs another arrow. He isn't looking at her anymore. It's like he's left the fight, and she takes a moment to rub at her eyes with the back of her hand before she notches the next arrow and takes aim. If he's not going to run, and he's not going to fight...?

"What are you doing?" She asks, a mix of confusion and exasperation in her tone. This was supposed to be kill or be killed. What was this?