"Is that a fact?"
You nod vigorously.
"Wrong answer," she replies coolly. With one fluid motion, she reaches back, draws a gleaming arrow, and notches it to her long bow. You back away in terror. You barely glimpse a blackish-green liquid dripping off the arrowhead, but whether it is swamp-water or some agonizing poison, you cannot decide.
You turn and flee, but when you are a mere dozen steps away from the entrance, the arrow buries itself deep into your back. It is swiftly followed by a twin, which digs into the nape of your neck. You fall, paralyzed for some strange reason which you cannot bring yourself to ponder.
You dimly hear her slosh towards you, and then you barely feel her kick you roughly, rolling you over, face up. Her eyes are narrowed in the killing rage.
You blink sleepily, numbed through and through. The last time you see before your vision blurs to blackness is her fair face graced with an evily smug smile.