The fleet-footed Rayne outpaced the lumbering golem immediately, but breaking line of sight was a tad trickier as the construct was at least programmed to remember which way it saw her go. The half-elf had to run a bit further, and turn a few more corners, before she could be sure that she had shaken off the pursuit at least. She could still hear its heavy metallic footsteps as it roamed the streets in a methodical sweep, still searching thoroughly for her.<br/><br/>Of course, with one problem solved, another confronted Rayne - she had left the previously traveled route behind, and the streets were now unlit, forcing her to stumble through pitch black darkness which even her low-light vision could not penetrate. Returning to where the torch sconces were still lit would be dangerous, because the golem was patrolling those streets, though she could try to time her movements to avoid it as she doubled back. Creating light was no technical problem for an arcane archer, but it might draw attention to herself she might otherwise have avoided. Pressing on blindly had its obvious disadvantages.<br/><br/>Just to make things even better, the tortured, rattling moan of a zombie echoed from somewhere not too near, but not too far away, in the darkness.