[center][color=#88C070][h2][b][u]Under Attack![/u][/b][/h2]
[h3]Silverwick[/h3][/color][/center]

It was not the sound of horses, nor the sound of Quoris' voice that woke Fayvre up, but the sound of battle. She shot up, having slept in her robes with her bow nearby, and snatched it up, before slinging the quiver onto her back. Not that she was about to use them. She armed herself on reflex. Now her brain was working, all she could think to do was to run and hide. She began to frantically look around her. All she could see was fighting, and all she could hear were shouts, and the clash of metal against metal. Her eyes finally narrowed on some buildings further into the ruins of Silverwick, and she willed her legs to start sprinting and take her there.

[i][color=#88C070]"Wait!"[/color][/i] cried out a voice in Fay's head. The voice of Quoris. [i][color=#88C070]"I have calculated that the numbers are against us in this fight, and there is a considerable risk that our allies will be overrun. When they are, the soldiers will look for you, and they will kill you. You are a Chosen. You shall receive no mercy from these people. The best plan would be to kill as many as you can, to even the odds."[/color][/i]

Fay understood what Quoris was saying, yet still hesitated. She'd never killed another man before, and she wasn't sure if she could bring herself to do it. To just...end a life like that, with her hands. Could she live with it?

[i][color=#88C070]"I can sense you hesitate. Why? It must be done. Your sentimental nature is unbecoming of a student of medicine. Life is science. The life of a man isn't more sacred or valuable than that of the deer you hunt. Why should it be treated different? If your emotions are going to be a nuisance, I shall temporarily tip the balance of your brain. It is forbidden knowledge and perhaps beyond your comprehension but the brain has two sides, one that deals with logic and reason. The other with emotion and empathy. For mere minutes, which should be long enough, I shall grant you the gift of clarity."[/color][/i]

Fay would suddenly feel different. It was indescribably what had changed, but her head felt lighter, her heart had calmed down, and everything indeed seemed clearer as was promised. To avoid the serious risk of death, she must kill. It was not a matter of whether she wanted to or not. And why should she not? Were humans not animals? Had she not killed game with nary a melancholy lump in her throat. Certainly nothing that would bring great anguish and suffering. She took an arrow from her bow, and not a moment to soon, as an invading soldier on horseback had been charging towards her during her mental conversation, and was now almost upon her, expecting an easy kill.

Fay did not panic. She did not rush to meet her challenger. She turned her body round in an efficient manner, took aim, made sure that she was aiming at his shielded face, and let loose the arrow, which found its target with so little time to spare that she had to dive out of the way to avoid being rammed into by the horse. Now that she was safe, she looked around at the carnage, finding order in chaos. She discerned that the most tactical soldiers to kill were the ones closest, and on the road. If mass retreat was needed, the road would be preferable to retreating further into Silverwick, where reinforcements could surround the city. Therefore, clearing the road makes sense. She fired off two more carefully aimed arrows that neither cavalryman saw coming before they hit their targets, and both riders fell lifeless to the dirt.