The first arrow was fired with a steady position.
The suddenness and power behind the red tip nearly rips off Sleeps arm.
The arrow grazes his shoulder, numbing his arm before the searing pain forces him to stop.
His momentum forward works against him, having only missed the the arrow aimed for his mouth by leaning right at the last moments.
The arrow was full of so much world energy the wound felt like it exploded open.
"The archer has an internal array" Sleep says to the wand in his hand.
"That arrow came right for my mouth, no way he can spot me without an array".
Fifteen small dark red runes float closely to the red wood wand as he brings it close and speaks.
"Move east, 'Nap' will take ca-' the voice is cut off as another arrow is heard flying in the night.
Sleep doesn't hesitate to run north, the exact same direction he came from.
One has to know when to walk away.
