"Anyone else hiding? Bring them out now!" Martin commanded, his voice calm and steady, though his heart raced. Outwardly composed, he gripped his bow and arrow tightly.
"There's no need to go to extremes. Leave some room for maneuver, and we might meet again in the future," the man said through gritted teeth, his pale face etched with fear.
To be precise, he was terrified of Martin's archery skills, having been struck in the arm by Martin's arrow just the night before.
Martin chuckled, realizing it was just this poor soul left. He couldn't tell if he was lucky or if the man was unlucky to have run into him here.
"When you stole my food and took over my shelter, where was your mercy then?" Martin confronted the man.
The man's face visibly twitched. "What do you want, then?" he asked.
