'Think, Etaria, think!'
Figuring out the path that would take her out of the way of the hail of tiny arrows relentlessly chasing after her was taking most of the princess' mental resources.
The strange, floating monster moved in an extremely erratic, unpredictable way, always finding an angle to turn its weapons to the spot Etaria was trying to get to. And what was even worse, it started as a mere annoyance, but as the cat and mouse chase continued, the accuracy of this strange monster's attack continued to increase.
By now, Etaria had no other choice but to move erratically as well, dropping any and all attempts at figuring out the path in advance, forced to infuse as much chaos and randomness into her movements as she could.
And so, the princess would run up three steps only to leap to her right, fall on all fours, and freeze for a second before rolling to the back and starting to rush right back the way she came.
