Lydia stood at the top of the hill, scanning the trees for her opponent. So far there was nothing, but that didn't last long. The glint of Thorn's metal shield gave him away. Lydia launched three darts at him, but they all clattered to the ground, deflected off Thorn's shield. Thorn growled, "Come on down little girl. There's nowhere to run."
Furious, Lydia whipped two more darts at the advancing Viking. One panged off his shield and the other slashed open his sleeve, opening a shallow cut. Thorn started going faster, rapidly closing the gap between them. Nervous, Lydia checked her quiver. Only seven left. Lydia squeezes one between her fingers and wound up ready to throw it. Lydia breathed deeply and then threw it at Thorn's ankle. Thorn desperately threw his shield down just barely stopping it. Thorn staggered backwards at the impact. Lydia threw two more darts. Thorn rolled to the side avoiding her darts by mere inches. Lydia felt bile rising to her throat, "Stay down!"
Thorn roared in fury, "Or what, girlie?"
Lydia but her lip, considering her options. She could run, but something told her that would not end well for her. Lydia stood her ground as Thorn advanced once again. Only four more darts left in her quiver. Lydia threw a dart at Thorn's head. Thorn blocked it, but Lydia could tell he was wearing down. The question was what would come first, the Viking tiring or her running out of darts. Lydia threw another dart that ricocheted off Thorn's shield again. In a last ditch effort Lydia threw both darts in quick section. To her horror they both fell to the ground below a smiling Viking. He closed the gap between them in seconds, bashing her head with a huge wooden club. Lydia choked once and then fell to the ground, dead.