My bolt flies as Wright charges directly for me, his eyes focusing on my exact location either by dint of my scent or my snarl. He dodges, though, at the last second, when he sees the crossbow bolt flying directly for his chest –
His quick movement works and the bolt glances off his arm, ripping through the fabric of his uniform and spraying blood into the air. Wright roars, turning to survey the damage even as he stumbles towards me. Perry’s face is the picture of shock and confusion, but I don’t bother to give him more than a glance as I spin, leaping to my feet even as I load another quarrel.
As fast as I am, it’s too slow. Just as I get the bolt into place and spin on my feet to shoot again, Wright’s full weight hits me like a freight train, knocking me to the ground. I shout in pai
