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Mary woke up in a cold sweat, naked under a pile of smelly furs. She felt a dull pain every time she tried to take a breath. The last thing she remembered was that idiot Desti charging into a group of imps, before one of them got the jump on her. While she should be thankful Desti and Elena dragged her back, she never would have gotten into this situation if they hadn't stupidly charged in the first place.

Mary found her mind wandered to the overconfident, now deceased Leah. The soldier thought she was invincible, and because of that she was now probably rotting in a ditch somewhere outside the city gates. Feeling embarrassed at almost sharing the same fate, Mary got up with great difficulty from her makeshift bed. Putting on her shirt and loose pair of shorts, she limped to her bow and headed to a target dummy to practice her accuracy. She was ashamed of missing her shots, ashamed at almost dying and ashamed at needing to rely on those idiots for help. She'd practice her shooting until her arms went numb.