Ola motioned for one of his Knights to check the spot where a guardsman had just disappeared.
The Knight raised his shield in his left hand and held his sword in his right, cautiously advancing toward a dense clump of waist-high reeds.
Ola's gaze was locked on him, his own hand tightening around the handle of his axe, ready to strike at any moment.
Just then, the Knight caught a flicker of a black shadow to his left out of the corner of his eye!
"A trap!" the Knight yelled, instinctively swinging his tower shield to the left.
CLANG—!
A Crossbow Arrow struck his shield and was successfully blocked.
Just as a flicker of relief passed through the Knight's mind, a dull THWACK sounded from his right ankle!
A blunt-tipped Crossbow Arrow had struck his ankle. The immense impact twisted his right foot, which was supporting his weight, and his body involuntarily lurched to the right.
'Crap!'
