A knife she can contend with, but arrows, she would be a fool to make a stand. Without Drogon, she would not be able to withstand him. She didn't hesitate, following Sansa's lead as they raced away. There was the sound of an arrow whizzing past. She could feel the feather of the arrow tickle her arm, close enough to warn her that he was an excellent shot.

She dragged at Sansa, pulling her in front, blocking Ramsay's shot of her.

Another whiz of an arrow, this was nearly scratching her cheek. "Keep running." He wanted to frighten them, to make them trip and stumble. She was a dragon, she didn't not tremble in the face of the monster.

"Weave! Stay out of his range!"