Skia stoped as another breeze brought her a new scent. Sweeps of hunting made her recognized the scent as troll. She gave a small smirk. “Looks like the hunter is being the hunted,” she thought she then took out her duel pistols “Yeah right!” She then spun on her feet to face where the scent was coming from and shot at it, but she aimed a bit low so it would drive her opponent out in the open.
Taking a hint from the bullets rained on her, she managed to slide under the tree branch and keep a steady grasp on it and reaching for a gun of her own, a hand-crossbow meant for deadly speeds. “Freeze!” She cried out, trying to steady her aim while hanging from such a drop and blocking out and sorts of immediate danger from her mind.