"Barbara!" Richard called, his voice tinged with anxiousness.
Barbara heard a familiar voice, at the same time, an arrow pierced the attacker's shoulder making him dodge a bit, shifting his attention from her to Richard who ran to her side, throwing an arrow after the other. The attacker, seemingly afraid, disappeared like thin air. Barbara, still shocked, kept sitting on the ground. Her heart thumped as the revelation that she could have died a while ago hit her hard. If not for the intervention of Richard, she would...
"Barbara!" Richard called once again, crouching beside her. "Are you injured?" he asked, taking her face between his hands.
Barbara gazed at him blankly as her body trembled. Her fear prevented her from uttering any word. Slowly, the warmness from his hands transmitted into her face, easing her dread.
"I — I am g—good," she managed to say despite her trembling lips.
