This time Neeshka had nothing to lose, since she'd come back from the dead if she died in here anyway, and everything to gain. She needed weapons, and supplies, and she was not risking fishing with her bare hands again. Not as chilly as it already was.

So this time, when she saw the wind-ravaged building with its supplies strewn everywhere, she braced herself, eyes flicking over the supplies. Big weapons. Useless weapons. Lots of bags of unknown quantity, but even just a bag could be useful. That was about it, though-- until she spotted the bow and the quiver of arrows right beside it. Then she knew where she was going first.

As soon as the gong sounded, she leaped out and bolted across the field. She jumped over the bags in her way and dove for the weapons, tail flailing wildly to keep her balance.