She lay there, still for a few seconds before she starting coughing and opened her eyes. She groaned slightly and managed the prop herself up with her hands. The scene before her was quite strange. The large cloud of dust had blocked most of the vision up and down the street and inside it was a scene of utter devastation. The various pieces of the had been wall now littered the street. There were a couple of people who had also been close to the explosion still lying down, groaning on the floor. The others appeared to be joining in with a resounding round of coughing and spluttering.
She managed to shake off the dizziness in her head and stagger herself up. She was still coughing and the dust wasn’t helping. She managed to find the now vacant space where the wall had been in the dust cloud and leaned against a wall. She managed to take a few deep breaths without coughing and straightened up, suddenly fully composed.
It wasn’t that she was used to it or that she was particularly calm. It was just that in times of crisis, one should always maintain their composure. Or at least that’s what she had been taught. She thought about whether that applied to being blown down by a mysterious explosion, as she ruffled her head trying to shake off the grey dust and dirt.
She had just bent down to dust off her dress when she felt the whoosh of air made by something moving very fast above her head. She stood up quickly and turned to look at the wall behind her. Then a crossbow bolt flew by her arm, making another whooshing sound. As she turned to direction of the shooter, she collided with a black ball of rags and was thrown back over again.
She lay there, still for a few seconds before she starting coughing and opened her eyes. She groaned slightly and managed the prop herself up with her hands. The scene before her was quite strange. The large cloud of dust had blocked most of the vision up and down the street and inside it was a scene of utter devastation. The various pieces of the had been wall now littered the street. There were a couple of people who had also been close to the explosion still lying down, groaning on the floor. The others appeared to be joining in with a resounding round of coughing and spluttering.
She managed to shake off the dizziness in her head and stagger herself up. She was still coughing and the dust wasn’t helping. She managed to find the now vacant space where the wall had been in the dust cloud and leaned against a wall. She managed to take a few deep breaths without coughing and straightened up, suddenly fully composed.
It wasn’t that she was used to it or that she was particularly calm. It was just that in times of crisis, one should always maintain their composure. Or at least that’s what she had been taught. She thought about whether that applied to being blown down by a mysterious explosion, as she ruffled her head trying to shake off the grey dust and dirt.
She had just bent down to dust off her dress when she felt the whoosh of air made by