Vikta, continuing to move at point, strains her eyes into the fog and-- at the sudden noise--closes her eyes for a moment as she curses, silently.  When she opens them again, it is at the whirring sound of the air from the fog as the spear hurdles its way toward the other girls... unable to avoid looking, she watches as it sails past the girl behind her, who narrrowly avoids it-- it'd have been a shame to see such a pretty girl skewered, she thinks.<br/><br/>Her bow still at the ready, she quickly scans for cover and, finding none, draws down a bead on the first shape out of the fog... hoping that her position will give her the best choice of targets, she drops to one knee and fires, judging speed and distance of the onslaught to determine if she'd best draw her blade or if there's opportunity to continue shooting.<br/><br/>And if there's more of them than 4, she's ready to run.