Frances tapped in to a wide range of curses as she confirmed she was singed but not broken. She felt her bow near a hand and grabbed it as she got up to her feet, shaking her head futilely to stop the ringing in her ears. Where is that son of a-, I've got an arrow with his name on it.
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