The odds, she supposed, of her being alive were pretty good. For one, there was InuYasha- he had, after all, been standing right in front of her. Then again... He did look pretty... what was the word? Surprised? No.
Shocked? Eh.
Horrified?
Maybe a combination of all three would be appropriate. Added with a dash of dread, she thought.
But still. He was InuYasha. Plus Sango, Miroku, Kirara and Shippo were only some feet away. Surely their combined efforts would be enough to quickly save her.
In the depthless darkness, she decided that the odds of her survival were 2:1
Prompt: Ratio
words: 100
