You Should Have Said Something
There was certainly no denying that the Orc was a good shot. The arrow that he launched towards the young Dwarf prince hit him exactly where he had intended it to – right below the rib cage – a most debilitating injury if ever there was one. He watched him fall to the ground, feeling pleased at himself, as the hard work he had put into his aim over the past few months had paid off, and he was now able to hit almost any moving target with relative ease. He began to move towards the Dwarf to inspect his handiwork, and was surprised to see him move. He shoved him roughly so that he lay on his back and positioned his sword above the heart. He raised it slowly…