A moment before, Maketh hadn't thought she could run. Then she hears the snap of the arrow, catches the motion of the man as he darts in front of her.

Things happen quickly after that.

She runs without protest, getting her feet under her after only a few steps. It hurts to breathe, but she doesn't want to die; she'll endure. That means running, even withe jagged spikes of wrongwrongwrong snapping through her chest.

Ignore it. Run. Survive.

Hopefully she's not bleeding internally. That would probably ruin everything.

Maketh isn't sure how far they get - not very far, probably - before she's coughing suddenly, can't stop coughing, and has to slump against a rock before she lands flat on her face. Hopefully the animal hasn't given chase, since Maketh knows - with a certain amount of finality - that she won't be running anymore.