Raven's Watch of endless possibilities controlling 935

hawk slid down the shale, leapt until she met solid ground. tartok man was already leagues ahead, his slimmer form allowing him a speed hawk could not possess. his tail a black flag for her eyes to follow through the thicket. 

down the woman went the crash of their shoulders. tumbling through the shallows, kicking up small waves. the water churns as the woman narrowly picks herself back up to use it to her advantage.

hawk comes crashing through the shallows with vengeance, tall and sturdy limbs allowing her to churn water with a swiftness that belies her heft. the coward is still ahead of her—but it did not matter. 

she would be force to meet justice soon enough.

she does not back orders at the tartok man; he will be capable enough, hopefully, to try and veer ahead. to cut the woman off so she could meet their teeth and her blood taint the river.