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She was in danger. But she didn't realize it. Or she realized it without any reaction. She had to think faster than that. 

Princess Emily anyway has experience fighting. But she's trained in military combat, not gang fighting.

  Trained to be a princess fighting in the midst of his soldiers. Or at least raise her weapon in the midst of her soldiers or guards.

  She wasn't trained to be in a country girl. Sleeping on the floor. In the woods. Alone. Only a primitive bow.

  Didn't carry any combat gear.

  And you would fight or get involved in Iraq with peasants who won't deal with it with known military movements.

All those things were weird on her.

The perfect solution was to escape.

Emily already tried.

  She crawled on her belly. It was starting to move in the opposite direction for these young people. And then she tried to walk on her knee.