Yet another surprise happened. What felt like hours of pain, but in reality was less than a minute, vanished as Skye's companion seemed to heal her wound with some strange object that shot... [i]something[/i] at her. She couldn't really get a good look at it. Looking at the wrecked bodies of the bandits, she felt sick. "I... What... How did you heal me?" She asked, trying to take her mind off of the bodies. Skye turned and started to walk again, only stopping to retrieve her dagger from the body of he whom she had thrown it at.

The man had shown nothing when he shot the bandits. They hadn't even done anything, they were standing in surrender. Only one bandit had attacked, yet he had slaughtered them all without remorse. Her theory that he was going to kill everyone or try to enslave everyone at the town of Avalon grew. She saw no compassion from this man, nothing at all. Skye's father lived in Avalon, and even though she disliked him, he was still her father, and she loved him. And, she had friends there.

In her mind, she had to stop him from getting to Avalon.

She still had the dagger in her hand. With the speed and accuracy only a ranger could have, Skye spun, throwing the dagger directly at the helmet of the man. She almost knew it wasn't going to do anything more than piss him off, but it was mainly to give him one more thing to focus on as she herself joined the knife, throwing herself at the man, attempting to grab the rifle he had in hopes to turn it on him. "YOU WILL NOT GET TO AVALON! YOU WON'T HURT ANYONE THERE!" Skye screamed, at the top of her lungs. "GO BACK TO SPACE PORT OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT, AND LEAVE US IN PEACE!"