This was horseshit. The hunt for the relic was not supposed to be so popular. She was supposed to sneak in, sneak out, and no one would know any better. From the looks of it, there were far too many people who also had the same idea as she had. Sighing, Sloane supposed that was just how it was meant to be. Looking around her, she noted that most were warriors, so at least they could do her fighting for her. She was a smart girl and she knew that if given the opportunity, she would be able to out-smart almost anywhere here.
But something broke her concentration. Suddenly, the sand and trees and leaves all welded together to make a large serpent. FUCK THAT SHIT. Sloane hated snakes. They would hide in the shadows and strike when no one was watching. Then, if they weren’t venomous and killed you almost instantly, then they would coil you and squeeze the guts straight out into the sand. Sloane was not intent on dying today - neither by venom nor being disemboweled.
Watching the others as they ran towards the snake, Sloane stepped back and watched. Some went for the head (a dangerous risk if you asked her), some went to the middle of the snake (again, too many ways to get injured there too), some ran around screaming and doing nothing productive (was that a good option?), while others fled (cowards!).
Sloane was silent as she watched. She had to calculate each move. Taping into her limited magic, she tried to blend herself into the remaining trees, her magic not strong enough to make her completely invisible, but enough that she wasn’t so blatantly obvious. She eased herself around the snake, watching the other fools attack it directly while she contemplated a much better plan.
Sloane chooses Option Three.
