The torch fell into the snow, almost extinguishing itself, but a nearby man managed to snatch it up before it did.
"They've got an elite archer," Jok muttered, seeing the state of the wound the man had been dealt. To get an arrow through a man's eye from the front was one thing, but to reach it from the back was another thing entirely.
WHOOOOOSSH
He heard a rush of air by his ear, and drew his head back. A trace of red marked his forehead from where the broadhead had sliced him. The arrow continued on, until it thudded into a wooden post behind him.
"And he's fast too…" Jok noted. Two arrows fired in quick succession from the same person. Or at least, he assumed it was the same person, given where they'd fired from, and the accuracy of the shot. Again, that arrow had been aimed for his eye, just as it had been at the man they'd killed earlier.
WHOOOOSHHH
WHOOOOSHHH
WWWWSHHH
