She wasn't so far away from the treeline that she offered up a completely open shot. Only if she remained in place would she have taken the spear to the chest; Ariadne ducked to one side, dodging behind a tree quickly when she realised that she hadn't taken him out point blank. His spear caught her in the upper arm, the tip burying itself into her flesh, and though she didn't think it was near an artery, it hurt like a bitch. She bit down on a scream, instead stumbling and falling to the ground, pressing herself against the back of the tree to figure out how bad the injury was while she had the chance.