The woman, her boots kicking up clouds of dust, skidded to a halt on the rugged terrain, confronting him with fiery eyes. "You sure have a lot of gall showing up in territory that doesn't belong to you, especially being so weak!" she declared, her voice echoing with scorn and disbelief.
In a fleeting attempt at defense, Ty reached out to catch an arrow mid-flight, but his timing faltered. The arrow, with unrelenting speed, plunged deep into his hand. Despite the sharp pain, Ty managed a mocking smile, a hint of defiance flickering in his eyes.
Wincing as he held his wounded hand, the arrow still impaled in his flesh, Ty responded with a tone of confusion and distress. "I don't know what's going on. You must have me mixed up with someone else. I just woke up in this field out of nowhere."
