Rima looked, with wide eyes, between the second copy of Talla and her arms began to shake slightly. This wasn't the first time she had been scared to her bones. She swallowed hard and forced her now-sweating hands to grip tighter onto the feather-end of the arrow. Gripping so tightly was beginning to make her hands bleed, but she knew it was better than dying. Rima swallowed hard again, wishing to let go of the arrow and let it fly right between her eyes. "I guess that escaping is out of the question then?" She asked sarcastically.