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In one fluid practised movement, you draw an Arrow to your Bow and let it fly towards the onrushing lancer. The man’s eyes widen with terror as he sees your deadly shaft hurtling towards him, and desperately he twists aside to avoid it. The Arrow misses by a hair’s breadth, yet the lancer does not survive your shot. He loses his balance and tumbles out of the saddle to crash down, head-first, upon the cobblestoned passageway.
