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You draw an Arrow to your Bow and take aim at Vandyan. Enemy missiles whistle past within inches but you do not flinch. Coolly you release your shaft and it flies true, yet an unwitting guard runs in front of his master and it is he who perishes when your arrow pierces his heart. This close shave makes the cowardly Vandyan immediately take cover behind the hall door, from where he barks orders to his men to advance towards the platform. Fearful of being cut off, you shoulder your Bow and hurry towards the open trapdoor.
