Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140827113502/@comment-24736819-20140915221556

Once the screech stopped, Hayreddin tried to pick himself up. He was still dizzy and not very aware of his surroundings. An arrow flew past his head and hit the place where his head was a second earlier before he stumbled sideways trying to equilibrate himself.

Another arrow. It thrusted itself in the nord's thigh.

"Fuck!", he said only loud enough for him to hear. He searched for the archer that was firing at him and he saw that it was the last of the Marksman.