Deafened by the sound of her blood pounding through her veins and in her ears, Vica could barely hear the foreign voice in her thoughts anymore. It had been a weak and fading presence in the first place - until she could slow down and quiet the tempest of her panic-ridden thoughts, she wouldn't be able to delve any further into understanding its source.
But slowing down wasn't an option. Another arrow thudded into the trunk of a tree that she had slipped around not a half-second ago. Stopping meant death; without her magic, she stood little chance of survival and less than that if she tried to retaliate. Vica continued to run pell-mell toward whatever unguaranteed safety would find her, with Constantine occasionally urging her on with a hand on her arm or harsh words that she couldn't dec
