I Breathe In and Hold It: Part 2 of 2
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Swish. An arrow behind me darts two feet above my head and lands straight into the back of the boys skull. His body jerks forward as he falls face first into the cold wet grass. His body twitches momentarily then stops. I drop to the ground and turn my body to face the camp. An archer is holding a bow and looking towards my men.
I gesture my men to hold. “We haven’t been spotted yet”, I say to myself.
A large man in leather armor with a full beard walks up to the archer. “You hit that piece of shit quick” laughs the robust man. “Easier than hunting rabbits” laughs the archer. “How many more men do you think are out there?” asks the large soldier. “Probably a lot” smirks the archer.
I can see my men waiver in fear. If the camp sends out a search party my men and I would stand little chance. Once the archer calls for reinforcement a hundred bows would rain arrows down on us. I weigh the options carefully before making my next move.
Silently, I raise to one knee and lift my bow. My men’s eyes are locked on me. I draw an arrow and aim it at the archer. I hold tight and release. The arrow goes high but dips. It catches the archer right in the throat. The man gargles a scream as he falls to his knees placing both hands on his bloodied throat. The fat man panics and begins to run. I draw another arrow. Methodically I aim, and release it. The arrow catches the man in the side of the head. He falls flat on the green grass. I hear a large stir in the camp. Men are on the move. We have run out of time, and options.
My men turn to look at me. I muster only one word. “Run”.
- I Breathe In and Hold It: Part 1 of 2 (gradualthought.com)