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Wilderness

The elf positions herself a fair distance away from the woman before she fires off her arrow, aiming it against one of the woman's legs where the armor is less thick.

Her next moment is to drop the bow, even if the woman rushed her (which she pretty much assumes she is going to do) if the arrow missed, the next one was probably going to miss as well.

She wasn't planning to fight the woman, not in close in combat in either case, but she will still pull her spare dagger and retreat away from the woman's sword.
Wilderness

The woman's armor barely deflects the arrow, and she gets ready to charge, but something stops her. A stray thought or instinct tells her not to. There wasn't any hatred or anger in this act, like what she normally experienced, and that was something new. Michicora didn't look like any kind of elf she knew personally, and that in itself was intriguing. There was more than meets the eye to her, and she wished to find out what that was.

As Michicora retreats, the woman stands and swings her sword upwards and to the side, over her back to swing it into the specialized sheath that rests there. With a non-threatening pose, she reaches down to pull Michicora's blade from the ground before switching her grip to the blade, offering the hilt towards the elf. "I believe this is yours." She says, trying to signal that the fight is over.