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A loud shuffling sound echoing from the kitchen alerted Quinn to the intruder long before the sight of light pooling just beyond the threshold into the main room. A thief, no doubt, looking to see what glories the Wings of Demacia might possess to be sold for a quick coin. Or perhaps her home had just been chosen at random. Either way, the shadow that shifted back and forth within the light of her icebox would pay for their transgressions, of this Quinn was certain as she stalked along.
It had taken only a moment to retrieve her crossbow and only a few more after that to load the weapon. With the firearm at the ready, the Ranger finally slid around the corner and into the light, aiming directly at the mass that hindered the light.
“Freeze right there!” she hollered, voice shattering the silence powerfully as overly twitchy fingers tightened upon the trigger. Apparently the sudden sound of her command had startled the man, who immediately not only managed to drop the milk that he drank omfg straight out of the jug how barbaric from her icebox but also to simultaneously shriek and choke in response while doing so. The strange, hybrid sound was more than enough to startle Quinn in return, the small jump she offered in turn more than enough to tighten her finger that last fraction of an inch.
The crossbow fired and a wail of pain immediately began to fill the room. The Demacian could only stare then, unloaded crossbow still at the ready, at the Defender who grabbed feebly at the bolt lodged firmly within his left flank.
