[Kate has witnessed a lot of awful, awful things today, but she sees Giovanni tear into the men and for a moment, she freezes, horrified. There's a Company insignia emblazoned on each shoulder of his jacket, and past all the disgust and horror and overwhelming urge to gag, all Kate can feel is a level of rage she doesn't think she's ever reached. Lethal force is bad enough. This is pure brutality, and there's no way to justify it, not even with the Company's usual pretty lies.
It's instinctive for Kate to go, immediately, for one of her more lethal arrows, a wicked broadhead meant to do as much damage as possible. Fortunately for Giovanni, and unfortunately for Kate, she never shoots to kill. She nocks the arrow, aims, looses—but it's pointed towards the meat of his thigh, purely to maim and slow him down.]
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It's instinctive for Kate to go, immediately, for one of her more lethal arrows, a wicked broadhead meant to do as much damage as possible. Fortunately for Giovanni, and unfortunately for Kate, she never shoots to kill. She nocks the arrow, aims, looses—but it's pointed towards the meat of his thigh, purely to maim and slow him down.]