Narrowly, Pierre dodged, but the arrow still managed to cut his clothing, baring his skin to the sun.
Quickly, before he could feel the pain of the burn, he covered his skin with his gloved hand and hurried off into the shed.
Draven stared at Loui and Olive.
"Should I give her an easy death or a painful one?" As he pulled the string, he asked himself in a tone, almost as though he was whispering.
No! He shook his head. "You cannot do that, Draven. She had put Avelina through pain, it would be quite merciful on your part if you did that! She has to go through misery too! She has to suffer as well before she dies!"
In fury, he let go, and the arrows rushed toward Loui. Loui was quite slow with his movement, thus, the arrow had torn through the arm of his clothing, cutting his skin a bit.
"OUCH!" He groaned a bit in pain and turned around to walk to the shed.
