Zarch nodded his thanks to Danny and helped him up to his feet. Danny dove off somewhere to Zarch's left, screaming something about the claw being mightier than the sword. Zarch wondered momentarily if this was really the right time to be quipping.
He then stopped his wondering, notched another arrow in his bow, and drove it straight into the skull of a red guard who was twenty metres and seventeen degress to his left.
Another. Fifteen metres and forty-two degrees to his right.
Zarch rolled, tucking in his bow wielding right arm and reaching for an arrow with his left. He notched the arrow as he rose to his feet, then sunk it into the chest of his target.
Seventeen metres and thirty degrees to his right.
Zarch's right arm shot out straight and his left reached for an arrow. An instant later, it was lodged in the soft flesh of a man's neck.
Another. Nine metres and nineteen degress to the left.
This one only survived for nine tenths of a second after Zarch noticed him.
Had Zarch been possessed of three hundred and sixty degree vision, he may have noticed the man running at him with a sword from behind. And he may have been able to counter it.
But alas, Zarch had a sword driven straight into his flesh from behind.
