Hazel was loading up her arms with several jugs of water when the noise in the hallway exploded. Shouts and swears followed what sounded like a car crashing through the walls. 

"Run!" She heard Amos yell, his voice echoing throughout the house. A gunshot went off, reverberating through the walls, threatening to bring the ringing back to Hazel's ears. 

Haley came racing in, but Hazel was so loaded with the shotgun, crossbow, quiver, and jugs of water she couldn't see where she went or what she was doing. 

"Get upstairs!" She heard Amos shout, and without a second though, she dropped the water jugs, forgetting about the fire burning in the hearth, and ran, the eagle's leather cord still wrapped tightly around her knuckles. Leaving the kitchen behind, Hazel saw the Tartok looming over Amos, his weapon just out of reach. 

She didn't know how to use the weapons, but she did know how to use knives and skewers. She grabbed a crossbow bolt from the quiver on her back and ran toward the Tartok's back. She asked for all of the upper body strength she had gained while rock climbing to serve her now, and raised the bolt like a knife, aiming for the Tartok's neck. The eagle was held out in front of her as she ran to save Amos, the only person who really knew what was going on.

She was sure she was yelling nonsense, maybe even just yelling, wondering how she could be so stupid as to run toward the horrific monster.