Rowan was overwhelmed by the pain in his lower regions, making his swollen cheeks a secondary concern. Clutching his aching manhood, he curled into a fetal position, tears streaming down his face.
'Looks like even heroes are vulnerable to low blows,' Adrian shrugged and decided to make a break for it. 'I'm pretty sure this was Vincent's doing. Too bad I can't hang around to thank him for creating a distraction.'
Seeing how hurt Rowan was acting, it was unlikely the rest of the heroes would chase him instead of helping their fellow teammate.
Still, just in case, Adrian activated [Nemean Blessing] as he rushed out of the Church, hoping to negate any attacks that might come his way.
As Adrian expected, the elves rushed towards Rowan at snail-like speed to check his condition. The arrow had struck Rowan at the worst possible place and was lodged right in the middle of his personal asset.
