The arrow soared into the lokithor and struck its throat. The monster collapsed violently and flailed around on top of the door that pinned down Noam’s lifeless body. Siigos nocked another arrow and fired again. The arrow lodged into the lokithor’s breast, just beneath its wing. It rolled off the door and its tail whipped the torches up from the ground. They flung around in a tempest of embers, scattering about the shop. The dry wood and tapestries were set ablaze.
Siigos hopped the counter and flipped the door off of Noam’s broken body. The injuries were grave. Dark maroon blood trickled from his ears, his eyes, and his mouth. His hands and face were bloated from the vicious reallocation of fluids.
Siigos’ eyes stung with tears.
“Noam,” he stammered. He knelt down and placed a hand on
