Gunnaya's leather-bound feet struck the fresh snow with a heavy thud. The arrows in her quiver, and the skulls on the staff strapped to her back, gave a hearty rattle. Looking up, she saw the elf's shining metallic form charging toward her at an outstanding speed. She hadn't risen to her feet after landing, so she was already low to the ground. The thought occurred to her to swing around and stab the elf as it passed, but her reflexes kicked in first.

	 As shield came closer to smashing her in the head, she cringed, tucked her head in, and made a sudden roll to the left. The thunderous metal form blew past her, clipping her right foot with a disturbing *SNAP*. As she tumbled, nine arrows fell from her quiver, and the bindings on her back snapped, leaving her quarterstaff planted in the snow. She landed prone on the ground, another tree by her left side, and the elf behind her. As her forearms hit the ground, she heard the whiz of the two falcons giving chase to their target. Given the weight of metal plate armour, elven or otherwise, and the speed her opponent was dashing at, Gunnaya assumed she'd have time to stand and ready herself, before the elf could come to a complete stop, and turn around to face her.