"TAP!"
"TAP!"
"TAP!" My form danced and deflected select pieces from the onslaught of thin lines.
"BUNNY!" Harry saw the same thing i did and he chose to go the coward's way out. He closed his eyes and awaited for the sharp tips to pierce his aged rotting flesh.
It was the last hurrah of a man who has already accepted for death to happen. Not that i would let that come about any time soon.
Along my random movements was of course the certain save that redirected all the arrows that went his way.
The rush of these sinister assassin's tools came for a second time with uncanny precision which only the practiced hands of seasoned killers could ever hope to achieve.
The men and women behind the deadly crossbows were indeed worthy of their training honed by real life and death experiences
