Chapter fifteenI’d shaft the damned Magor. One arrow wouldn’t stop his mad onslaught. He’d need a quiver full to stop him, and even then he might not stop until he’d wrapped those ugly jaws around the girl’s body.
As for the tentacled cartwheel, I could shaft him but he’d still drop on the girl’s head and shoulders and his acid secretions would begin to work.
I unlimbered the Lohvian longbow and selected a shaft fletched with rose red feathers from Valka. I took up an easy stance and shot in my bow. A score of shafts slugged into the Magor. His opened jaws bristled with shafts. His eyes were gone and I’d managed to put four good shots into the high muscles of his forelegs.
I put the longbow down. I did off all my harness of war until I stood forth clad only in the brave old scarlet bree
