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Arxia ducked down behind one of the trees in the Deschutes National Forest, panting heavily.

They're gonna jail me for self-defense?

Arxia couldn't believe the world they lived in, where it was apparently illegal to kill when- Never mind, they're getting closer!

They lunged and rolled over to another tree before scaling it. The bark was rough on their hands, but it didn't matter as long as they stayed away from the corrupt police.

“Get down here with your hands in the air!” Arxia climbed higher, ignoring the commands coming from down below. Though they could hardly ignore the bullets whizzing past them and hitting the tree, causing wood to fly from the side of impact like tiny splinter projectiles.

They yelped and jumped up onto a branch to the side, glancing down. Though pausing proved to be a brutal mistake.

Arxia barely had time to react to the KFFT of a firearm going off when a piercing pain ripped through the outer-edge of their right shoulder, a searing and burning sensation that felt like a hole had been carved through the entirety of the area.

Arxia yelped as the impact combined with their flinching sent them tumbling off the branch, plunging into the thicket below, which was a sure-fire one-way trip to the afterlife. If it weren't for the station.