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The elf had moved swiftly, catching up the ground he had lost while the group had dispersed and it seemed that the wolf was helping. The glint of armour gave the position away, a good target for a bow, yet the bow required a good deal of practice, something that Selegon hadn't been keeping up on recently and something that he needed to urgently correct if he were to be running around the woods hunting for things that hunted him right back.
The arrow sped true to its target, brushing through leaves on its way. The leaves barely slowed it and yet they gave the arrow a faint tumble so that it no longer flew in a true straight line but now twisted. The target was still the same and it would hit close to where it was aimed and yet the path was altered, the arrow flew askew.
It thumped into the armour that the man wore and yet did not penetrate, but though it failed to penetrate yet still it carried the force of the blow with it and the man was spun aside, paper fluttering from his surprised fingers.
He recovered quickly, death was his craft and he had practiced it for some time now. Surprise was one of his skills and though he was now the receiver instead of the giver he recovered swiftly. Though he had been pushed to one knee, he drew his sword with his right hand, left hand hanging limp and a trickle of blood ran from his left shoulder where the arrow stood, lodged into the armour and point clearly cutting in a little. The man held off the wolf with the point and shouted out into the trees.
I don't know who you are, but you are going to pay for this. Show your face you snivelling coward and I'll show you your insides. His face was red with anger and his voice loud with shock and outrage.
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