"Right," says Amos, still quiet and calm. "Now back around the corner..."
The monster moves and Amos doesn't even spend a breath swearing,
just slides out from behind the corner and in front of the woman quick as
he can. At the same time he raises the bow, aims, and lets fly: he's not a
perfect archer by any means, and his target is moving, but the arrow at
least lands in the cat-monster's chest.
That's all he takes the time to see before he whirls, grabs her arm, and
goes bolting down the passageway he'd just come from: Amos isn't very
strong but he's stout, muscled like a gymnast and heavy with it. He
at least gets her the first few strides by sheer surprise alone.
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"Right," says Amos, still quiet and calm. "Now back around the corner..."
The monster moves and Amos doesn't even spend a breath swearing, just slides out from behind the corner and in front of the woman quick as he can. At the same time he raises the bow, aims, and lets fly: he's not a perfect archer by any means, and his target is moving, but the arrow at least lands in the cat-monster's chest.
That's all he takes the time to see before he whirls, grabs her arm, and goes bolting down the passageway he'd just come from: Amos isn't very strong but he's stout, muscled like a gymnast and heavy with it. He at least gets her the first few strides by sheer surprise alone.