[spoiler]Alright, cool.[/spoiler] [i]Olythran was too agonized by the crossbow bolt that had been shot into his shoulder, and the safety of the men, to think of his sister at the moment. And so, he ventured onwards, until he eventually realized that they were missing Octavia. With some convincing that she was alright...he carried on, with nary a peep.[/i] -------------------- [i]Octavia groaned as she rose up, sighing with tiredness and some amount of pain as she stared up at the structure in the distance. She didn't waste any time, as she strafed throughout the forest as quietly as she could.[/i]

[b]While she ran through the forest, she heard more rustling in the trees. Four island guards dropped to the ground, each holding a crossbow or an archaic bolt action rifle. They all got up and spread out, looking for her. [/b]

[i]The four most likely knew that they weren't alone, as one of the guards fell, a stab wound in his neck. Octavia's idea was to run some hit-and-run tactics, alongside some range, as she picked up the man's crossbow and his pouch of bolts, before continuing to evade around the remaining three, seeking out opportunities to eliminate them rather than sneak by.[/i]

[b]Seeing their teammate die, they went on much higher alert, looking everywhere for her.[/b]

[i]Octavia immediately fired a bolt at one, before descending into the thick foliage once more. Hit-and-run tactics combined with guerrilla warfare was her strong suit.[/i]