As Clay saw several projectiles being thrown at him, he couldn't help but stay at the same play just like the ambassador ordered. He looked over his shoulder, peeking out of the tree's cover. He was worried that, once he put his head out of the cover, the man would use this opportunity to attack him.
"What do you guys want from me? Are you robbers or something?" he asked, though he knew very well who they were. At that moment, though, it would be better for him to play naive.
"Lopez told us beforehand that you would show up here. He said for us to take care of you. We are ambassadors serving the Church," the man explained as he slowly walked towards the tree where Clay was hidden.
'I could get him right on his left thigh, which is something good. Without the same mobility as before, he will have a hard time fighting against me. I also got scratched on my thigh but this cut is nothing compared to my arrow which has more than half its length inside his flesh.'
