A thousand drops of water hit his flesh.
Cra-ack! Thunder pierced through the clouds with a deafening sound. Still, not a breath made the puddle's surface oscillate.
There was another sound, louder than everything else, the arrow head that dug its way back out of Oswald's head. A nauseous sound passed in between his two eardrums, the ear ringing lasted for what seemed to be an eternity. An excruciating pain crawled through his whole body.
His face still half buried in the mud, some engulfed into his nose and mouth along with the rain. His nervous system reattached itself when a new eyeball shaped itself.
As if he had drunk a barrel worth of pure alcohol, he tried to get up.
Splash. The arrow fell on the ground.
