***** ripped the arrow out of her head, snapping it like a twig. . "W I N N I N G P R O B A B I L I T Y D E C R E A S I N G." Knowing the odds, she reached for her weapon and began firing at the group. Amidst the gunfire, Blake was looking around for his scythe that ***** had thrown somewhere in the rubble. "Where is that dâmń thing?"