Amaya reached back to grab one of the arrows on her back, but before she knew it she was falling backwards, her bow landing on the ground with a clatter as Altean didn't miss her target and both fell onto the ground. Amaya winced as her back hit the ground, but quickly recovered herself for she could have a mace to the face at any given moment. Amaya kept one arm pressing Altean away, whilst the other fumbled around at her side, desperately seeking the helm of her dagger. In the confusion, she hadn't even noticed the wanted poster she had taken down earlier had tumbled out of her pocket.
"Damn you. The hell is your problem?" Amaya spat, trying to headbutt Altean who currently had the upper hand.
She knew if she called for help, the Stormcloaks would back her, but Amaya was far too proud for that.