Otto's heart pounded.
He had to act, NOW.
A second passed.
It was as if time slowed down.
His narrowed gaze swept passed the airborne arrow.
No one noticed Otto's left index finger twitch slightly, nor did they see the arrow's course divert by a single degree in the air.
Then, it struck.
The Throskart that was hit sported a small hole near the center of his heart.
His eyes were wide before his body hit the ground.
THUD
Everyone waited with bated breath for the old man to get struck down by the game.
Thirty seconds passed.
Yet nothing happened!
The eyes of the revolutionaries brightened, while Otto's posse sported murderous expressions.
Someone called out,
"Fight!"
While their attention was occupied, the Throskart who was 'hit in the head with an arrow' silently disappeared.
A small rock in which the arrow was embedded returned to sand.
