The Rabbit Bolts

There is nothing like the immediate threat of death from above to get one over their analysis paralysis and on the move. He hadn’t realized a third attacker had appeared on the scene. He made a mental note that the unknown third was to always be considered from here on out.

Gonyaul did indeed cry out in pain as he had to utilize the muscles in his left leg; however the sound mixed with a surge of survival instinct sent him rapidly across the room. It was such a raw noise, thanks to the blood gurgling out of his mouth, that it had an unearthly feral quality. He was once again propelling himself on all fours and nearly missed the archway thanks to how fast he went in such a short distance.

The archer from the alleyway was startled by the sudden popping out of their prey. Not because he emerged, but because he looked and moved so much like an animal, he had to do a double take to make sure it was indeed human and not some hellhound; Gonyaul looked different now then when they last saw him, with a red maw bandage and bleached marking over his leaned and toned upper body.

He let loose an arrow, which pierced into the archway where Gonyaul had been literally one second earlier; however, the torque speed with which Gonyaul rotated around the arch into the next room was just enough to avoid it. Had the Vauxian still been wearing his robe, the arrow may have snagged the trailing bits, that was how close it was.

Successfully in the next room Gonyaul immediately saw it was empty and darker. The only light was due to the fire in the room, he just left, coming through the archway. It looked like a frightful portal of hatred with relentless predatorily shadows starting to follow. The only window was boarded up thankfully with wood that had still survived time; though it was surely rotted out. He wouldn’t make the mistake of exiting back into the outside just yet, in further he needed to go. Gonyaul glanced up, not making the same mistake twice. The ceiling was completely intact for this room. And finally, find an exit. There was another archway that also was fortunately not in line with the one he just came through.

He continued staying running along the ground. Each plant of his left leg produced a sharp growl of pain followed by agonizing grunts. Gonyaul was not yet sure how much longer he could keep this up, his head alone was aching and at times he did feel a slight vertigo. In fact, the world went wobbly and he lost his hand plant, causing him to stumble right and tumble a few feet into a roll that was only stopped by crashing into the wall. Dust fell from the ceiling and wall, covering him; however, there was no structural damage this time.

The unexpected tumble was not intentional; however, very fortunate timing. Where Gonyaul had originally planned to run another arrow had hit and ricocheted off the floor and off into the dark corner of the room. Gonyaul, noticing this, didn’t stop exerting himself and he was once again moving. Meanwhile the archer, cursed under his breath and by the time he restrung his next shot, Gonyaul was no longer in that room.

Gonyaul whimpered involuntarily as he had to stop and brace himself against a pile of rubble. His leg felt like it was about to go on strike and the collision with the wall had caused the bleeding from his shoulder to renew its commitment to flow. He had no time though to rest and he quickly scanned the room in all directions to figure out his new situation.