Snippet #1270490

Gwen hadn't even finished cleaning her arrows when she noticed smoke rising into the air. Is that a campfire or something else? she didn't really have to question it; she had to go out.
"I'll be right back," she said to whoever might've been listening. There wasn't a reply. Her fingers tightly clutched her bow. The village was unnaturally silent. Her only company on the street were a cat chasing a rat. Her feet scraped against the rocky ground, and she winced. She was being incredibly loud.
Deciding against slow and stealthy, she broke into a run, past the thin line of trees that surrounded thee village. The pond, about a quarter mile away, someone had just crawled out of it and hurled something at a- Rathalos? Gwen blinked. So that was why everything was so silent. Turning her head quickly to the side, she saw another man attacking the beast. Driving it into town? No, it was just fleeing whatever the man had thrown at it.
Instinctively drawing her bow, notching an arrow, and taking careful aim, Gwen remembered what she was dealing with. The typical stuff ran through her head. Weak spots. Eyes, underbelly, the inside of their legs, even. As the monster barreled to her, she seemed like the weak girl trying to solely defend this village. Heh.
She drew the arrow back and let it fly, aiming to the beasts's eye. It missed, instead thwacking above it. The Rathalos kept moving as though it hadn't been hit. Gwen silently cursed and notched another arrow, but the monster was too close and moving too quickly. "May as well try," she muttered, and just as it passed her, she let the arrow go once more. It found it's mark in the monster's left eye. The thing roared and blindly let out a burst of flame in her general direction. She sidestepped, but a little on the side of her arm and leg had been singed. She kept moving, knowing the pain wouldn't register until later-ish, so she'd be good. The arrow was still lodged in the beast's eye. So now it was half-blinded, furious, in pain, and probably seeking revenge for Gwen's shot. It began to head towards her, it's mangled eye now useless. It had been robbed of one use, and if she could shoot the other one..
No chance. She had to back away, slowly, fear began to build. She was too close to this thing. She looked around or the two men before, surely they'd still be here. Yes. Just don't die. That's my main goal right now.