[center][color=lavender][h2][i]Freya Carstensen[/i][/h2][/color][/center] Freya wondered how long her adrenaline was going to last, how long it would be before exhaustion crept over her, before thirst and hunger got the better of her. They'd need to find somewhere to rest, somewhere safe, and they needed to figure out what the hell was safe to eat and drink in this place. So far, it seemed like they had no plan for any of that. Freya yelped in surprise and fear when she noticed the bow being pointed at her and the others. [color=lavender]"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"[/color] she pleaded, raising her hands, before she noticed the age of the child, and that was enough to give her a moment of pause. She was about as frightening to look at as anything else down here, but was that hesitation in her eyes? Everything else that hunted them so far seemed so certain. [color=lavender][i]Oh no, more of these things![/i][/color] More lake goblins, or at least one of them, and Aubrey couldn't hit it. Freya tried to run up and kick it as she had earlier, but it turned on her with startling speed, jumping at her and knocking her backwards. Freya splashed down onto her back in the shallow stream, the cold of the water shocking her senses, but she was more concerned with the goblin now on top of her. She screamed, desperately covering her head and face with her arms as she felt angry claws raining on her. Her forearms took a few cuts, and then she felt a sharp blooming pain in her right side, the water immediately around her starting to turn a dark shade of red. Freya squirmed and writhed in the shallow water, but couldn't get free.