Ezekiel sensed the approaching arrows, his eyes turned to her and before he could even think further, he ran to her and pushed her away from the approaching arrows, seeing this, Delilah could only stare blankly at him, and then before she knew it, an arrow among the arrows which the both of them had fortunately dodged stabbed him on his side and he groaned in pain.
His bluish purple eyes narrowed as he felt the sharp pain, his fingers crouched nearer to that injury to extract the arrow but as soon as he wanted to, he felt a soft hand stopping his hand from going further, though he could not see the girl, his face lifted, the pain in his wrist excruciating. "It would only draw your grave nearer."
