Masrur's arm was once again free.
That also meant that the sword was out of its bounds and that Hassan had full control over his right hand. With so much as a swing of his arm, he managed to push the boy back with ease and jumped backward, not keen on being bound by the chains again.
Masrur stood up before the kid as he climbed to his feet like some large shield, weapon held up in his hand as a threat to whoever might dare to approach. " What are you doing here?!"
He couldn't wait for an answer as the archers let loose their arrows.
Masrur's eyes narrowed as he hauled Ali Baba in one arm and rushed further from them, a tail of darts following in their wake.
He dropped the boy after a few paces and picked up a fallen body from the ground, using it as a shield against the rain of arrows.
