A shadowy length of wood suddenly shot through Vin’s chest. She ducked to the side just as the real arrow—apparently made with no arrowhead—passed through the air where she had been standing. She glanced toward the gatehouse, where several soldiers were raising bows. She cursed, glancing to the side, into the mists. As she did so, she caught a smile from Shan. She’s just waiting for my atium to burn out. She wants me to run—she knows she can chase me down. There was only one other option: attack.
