Neeshka spat out a curse-- a mild one, more like "oh hells!" than anything Anna would be used to hearing-- as she took her tumble, and she immediately rolled and flipped back onto her feet, crouched and wary. Red there couldn't possibly be able to hold out for too long, could she? Not with an arrow sticking out of her chest, right?

Nevermind that Neeshka had put orcs full of arrows, and they still didn't stay down. These were nicer arrows. And not orcs. Right?

"Yeah, well," she pointed out, keeping a grip on her spare arrow near the head, "this is kind of a fight-to-the-death thing, so that's prooooobably not gonna work out so well for you."