"MARK! Watch out, it's coming for you!"

Hazel shot at the Tartok again and went racing after it. If she couldn't get it out of the way, maybe she could force it out a window down that hallway and get the guys upstairs to help Courtney and Haley get to the attic.

"Courtney! Help Haley get him to the attic! Take this!" She dropped the bag on her elbow onto Courtney as she followed the Tartok into the dark hallway containing the entrance to the attic.

"NOW!" Her voice was going to give out soon, she could fee it. She was never one to yell, and all of this yelling was making her throat raw. 

The eagle, still secure in her left hand, was up in a position as if she were trying to block a punch while she ran. It felt awkward, but she didn't know how else to run with it in front. Adding in the rifle in her right hand, and this just didn't feel normal. Then again, nothing about this night did.

It was hard to keep her eye on the Tartok, but she did her best. She took a few deep breaths, readying herself to try and stop the Tartok from getting upstairs, to force it past the attic entrance and to yell up to help get everything and everyone upstairs. She hoped her plan worked. It felt suicidal.