Zarch had propped himself up against the remains of a stone wall, with the aide of Samuel Dawson.
His arms worked as hard as they could, given the massive blood loss from the wound in his leg. He took aim and levelled an arrow at a red soldier who was attacking Danny from behind.
The arrow struck the soldier in the shoulderblade. A satisfying wound, but not a lethal one. Zarch's aim was off.
He watched Danny spin around and clamp a hand around the man's wrist. The man wobbled for a second, then fell to the floor lifelessly. Zarch assumed, from what he knew of Danny's powers, that this was the effect of some sort of poison at work.
A huge shadow suddenly passed over Zarch and Sam, thundering off towards the direction of the battle outside.
"Grimm?" Sam said, startled, as he looked up at his teammate galloping past them upon his undead horse.
