The arrow flew in the air, leaving a small and faint trail of blue, presumably a trail created by the mana of the man that shot it. Though it was directed at Frigs, it missed its target and instead of hitting Frigs, it made an impact with a knight behind Frigs.
"Tch, he ducked," The man that fires the arrow muttered in dissatisfaction,
Frigs looked behind as his horse was still on its galloping pace toward his enemies. The sight that greeted him was of a man lying on the ground with the arrow deep in his breastplate and flesh of his chest. He gulped at the sight of the horse of the now dead man that was shocked and raised his two front legs, then falling on its back.
"That was close," he muttered.
He noticed that the others was just as surprised as him, and thus, he shouted at them in a try to revitalize and focus that seemed to have been lost due to that single arrow, "AVENGE YOUR COMRADE! DON'T LET A SINGLE ONE ESCAPE!"
