Hal walked down the pier, eyes roving the docks for any opposition. Hal's crossbow was still slung over his back, but if he needed it, it would be in his hands in an instant. Hal pushes past a few people eliciting some complaints and cursing. Hal froze, a hooded figure was crouched in an alleyway. Hal walked towards the alleyway, sword in hand. An arrow flew at him from above. Hal cursed, fumbling with his crossbow. He presses himself against the wall after another arrow skidded off the cobblestones next to him. Hal set a bolt to his string and fired around the corner. Hal waited for the shooter to fire again. Hal yelled, "We can just sit here all day or you can come down and face me."
The only reply was another arrow shot not five meters from where Hal was standing. Hal shot out from behind cover and fired. An arrow sliced into his leg. Hal stumbled back into cover clutching his leg. He set his crossbow down and took out a small cloth. He clumbsiky wrapped his leg with it. Hal wiped the sweat from his brow. Hal heard the soft impact of the shooter sliding to the ground. Unintentionally Hal held his breath, drawing his sword quietly. Hal saw something dark peek around the corner. Hal charged it, sword poised to strike down the shooter. Hal stopped realizing the shooter hadn't dropped down at all. He's just thrown down pieces of the roof. Hal scrambled behind cover just barely missing two arrows. "Give yourself up. This is your last chance." The shooter warned.
"I can sit here all day." Hal retorted.
"So can I. You'll have to come out for food and water sometime and I'm willing to bet you'll succumb first."
"You're a ranger, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Hal set another bolt on his string just in case. Hal scanned the alleyway for any way of escape. Nothing except for a window ten feet off the ground. Hal slid an abandoned fire pit under the window and stood on it, reaching for the window. It was just a couple feet out of reach. Hal stretches as far as he could, but he still could t reach. Hal put one foot against the cobblestone wall and it slid off. Hal sighed angrily. He tried again with his other foot and it found traction for a moment before it slid off. Hal rapidly set a foot on the wall, launching himself towards the window. Hal managed to grab hold of the window ledge. Hal struggled just to keep himself hanging, but he took one hand away and tried to open the window anyway. The window creaked open just a little and then a little more. Hal used his last ounce of energy to slam it open wide enough for him to slip through. Hal put his other hand back on the window and prepared to pull himself up. And then. An arrow whistled up, embedding itself in Hal's chest. He fell back to the ground with a thud. Will peered over him, "Bad luck, Viking."