[ Darts to another tree then another, as a bullet wings a piece of wood; she's pretty sure by this point Mal has lost track of where specifically she is. She pauses, then, to consider her tactics.
One pistol spent, the other still has shot loaded. It would be good if she could tempt Mal out into the open, so the shot wouldn't be wasted. She looks down at herself...
Ah, well, the shirt was ruined anyway, right? And it would make a good story. That time that Racetrack went out to fight a lady pirate and came back without a shirt. She has an undershirt on, and her chest is bound, it's not like she's risking much in the way of ruined modesty. Showing bare shoulders, oooh.
She shrugs the shirt off, and smacks it against the thorny bark where it catches immediately. It's invisible from Mal's angle right now, but hopefully the breeze will hit it and move a sleeve and make it look like Racetrack is just badly hiding behind a tree.
She ducks down into the undergrowth and moves - actually fairly quietly, now that she's really trying - and finds a tree with smoother bark near the start of the steep streambank. That, she starts to climb, shimmying up where the branches are thick and won't shake leaves. She has a pretty good view of the decoy shirt now, and so she nestles in to wait and listen. ]
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One pistol spent, the other still has shot loaded. It would be good if she could tempt Mal out into the open, so the shot wouldn't be wasted. She looks down at herself...
Ah, well, the shirt was ruined anyway, right? And it would make a good story. That time that Racetrack went out to fight a lady pirate and came back without a shirt. She has an undershirt on, and her chest is bound, it's not like she's risking much in the way of ruined modesty. Showing bare shoulders, oooh.
She shrugs the shirt off, and smacks it against the thorny bark where it catches immediately. It's invisible from Mal's angle right now, but hopefully the breeze will hit it and move a sleeve and make it look like Racetrack is just badly hiding behind a tree.
She ducks down into the undergrowth and moves - actually fairly quietly, now that she's really trying - and finds a tree with smoother bark near the start of the steep streambank. That, she starts to climb, shimmying up where the branches are thick and won't shake leaves. She has a pretty good view of the decoy shirt now, and so she nestles in to wait and listen. ]