Hinura had sat quietly by, drinking in the tableau before the attack came. Now she snatched up as many of the pine boughs as she could carry and ran in a crouch towards the where fallen Ranger and the strange little woman were.
"Here," she said breathlessly spreading the boughs over the injured parties. "If you're not moving them, they may as well not be made specific targets." Btinig her lip to keep it from quivering, Hinura glanced at Menelduliniel, who was ready with daggers for the onslaught. Trying to show more courage than she felt, she drew her dagger from her belt with a shaking hand and held it ready, rising from her crouch.
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