"How did we... find her?"  Dreamer hesitated.  He wasn't sure explaining that would be very good for either of the bovines' mental states... but Maeve had asked a question.  "Ah... you could say -she- found -us-.  Or at least, she found Kitten and Sherra..." he glanced over at the two in question.  "Her... your family managed to get her out of the fort... just in time.  But if these two hadn't found her when they did..." he shook his head.  He figured it would be best to let Feldana's real rescuers explain.  However... "Maeve... I don't think anyone else... got out."  He swallowed.  "Some might still... might still be alive, but..." he looked down at the gravel of the road.  Damn them... damn Shark and his bloodthirsty allies.  Damn them all to hell...<br/><br/>----    ----    ----    ----<br/><br/>"That's right... play nice..." she murmured.<br/><br/>She kept moving the crosshairs of the rifle around the distant scene.  She could tell by the panicked expressions of many faces that the guards didn't have a clue where she was... which, of course, was just as well.  She wouldn't last long in a real fight.<br/><br/>She would take an occasional shot whenever she saw any guard point a firearm or other projectile weapon at the battling beartaur.  She hadn't missed one shot yet, which was a bit of a surprise even to herself, but she didn't mind that, either.  Bodies here and there, missing parts of their heads or with gaping chest wounds, gave grim testament to the skill of her eagle eyes.<br/><br/>She considered, from time to time, shooting away that berserked badger, but somehow it didn't feel right.  The beartaur had come looking for a battle, and he was giving her one... Vultana just wanted the fight to remain as fair as possible.<br/><br/>Another guard, still not understanding the sniper's method of choosing her targets, stuck his hand through an opening to take aim at the battling duo.  He kept his head hidden, so Vultana had only one possible target.  She pulled the trigger.<br/><br/>Blood spurted, and the guard's hand fell from the wall, still clutching a handgun.  Her shot had effectively severed the limb just above the wrist.  When he rolled into view, clutching at the stump in agony, she missed for the first time while trying to put him out of his misery.  Her second attempt blew open his throat, showering all the nearby guards in hot blood.<br/><br/>-Damn,- Vultana thought, shaking out the white-feathered wings behind her.  Her tail feathers fanned out a bit also as she worked the muscles of her slim, barely-clad body.  -I'm going to need to eat after this.  A rabbit, maybe... or maybe a couple of rats... mmm...-<br/><br/>She fired again, taking out a random guard whose only crime had been to poke his head up to search for her.  There were limits to her patience for keeping things fair... and she couldn't do that if they found her and ate her.