Frost quickly used his leg strength to evade his aggressors, swiftly dashing across the frozen ground as though weightless. Blood dripped down his cheek, further painting his robes. He raised his left hand in shock, still in disbelief about the events that just occurred. The stinging pain however was a stark reminder. He was hoodwinked, such sneaky methods. He grit his teeth while quickly dashing to the side.
Two arrows flew passed his previous location, piercing into the hard ground. The moment Frost retreated away from the battle Kargul fired his bow, not giving him a chance to relax or check his current situation.
The damage to his cheek though painful was not that serious, hell it wouldn't even be the slightest bit debilitating to Frost but he was worried it wasn't so simple. With a shaking hand and somewhat panicked expression, Frost wiped his cheek and brought his hand to his nose. He was checking for poison.
