[The woody body of the creature isn't likely to suffer from Liem's arrow strikes; his shots won't pierce through wood the way they would through flesh, and if there are no vitals to hit, there's no point in trying to aim for its central mass. So he shoots for the skull, difficult though the shot is from the back of a running, dodging centaur, and he's rewarded with a howl as the arrow gouges bone—
And a vision; a memory. Desperation; *wrongness* warping his senses, threatening to unmake him and make him into something else; a flight in search of solitude, safety, some last vestige of comfort—
He is himself again, lurching to compensate for Hayame's stumble beneath him, groping hastily after his balance as the echoes of the monster's scream chase them through the trees. Something thin and stringy has found its way down his collar, which he notes with a shudder, before hunkering down over Hayame's spine as though flattened by the abrupt force of her words. He sees her twist around mid-stride, hears the whisper of an arrow leaping from the bow—and he sees, up ahead, the faint brightening of a break in the trees.]
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And a vision; a memory. Desperation; *wrongness* warping his senses, threatening to unmake him and make him into something else; a flight in search of solitude, safety, some last vestige of comfort—
He is himself again, lurching to compensate for Hayame's stumble beneath him, groping hastily after his balance as the echoes of the monster's scream chase them through the trees. Something thin and stringy has found its way down his collar, which he notes with a shudder, before hunkering down over Hayame's spine as though flattened by the abrupt force of her words. He sees her twist around mid-stride, hears the whisper of an arrow leaping from the bow—and he sees, up ahead, the faint brightening of a break in the trees.]