First Date with an Arrow

Gonyaul's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at his outreached right hand pinned by an arrow. It took a second for the pain to register because that was the same hand that he sliced earlier so it was already hurting. He screamed as the spike in pain radiated from the new wound. He was not as accustomed to these sensations as the rest of the people he associated with; who seemed to take way worse than this and just keep on going stoically.

He looked at the shooter, having calculated the projectile's origin direction, with an exasperated gaze of ~Why?!~. At the same time though he couldn't help but admire how accurate the aim was. The odds of pinning a moving hand to the ground in the dark from that distance was most impressive. Gonyaul probably would have shouted back, ~Hey, good shot~ if it didn't hurt so darn much and if he didn't realize their aim was changing to Voah. Of course, the archer could have been aiming for his head and just missed; in which case it was a very good miss.

He desperately needed to get free or Voah may get hit too by the exceptional archer. That is also when he noticed the previously disarmed woman in his peripheral vision. These people just didn't give up. His situation just kept going from bad to worse, he needed to solve this problem quickly.

He instantly realized he wouldn't be able to pull his hand upward over the back of the arrow. And trying to pull the arrow out of the ground could possibly cause more damage with the forceful attempt. He spun through his memory banks on how he had seen Alexis and Tarmen deal with these flying murder sticks once hit. They broke them first.

Gonyaul, with his limber range of motion, brought both feet right next to his hand. The plan was to break it just above the hand and pull it off. He began trying to apply leverage to the arrow's shaft. He whined in pain as it began to bend but not break. He quickly stopped that approach. He repositioned and tried another idea. Then another. He looked like a pinned animal frantically trying to escape.

Finally he leaned over and gripped the end of the arrow with his teeth, anchoring it in space. With his feet overtop his hand, bracing either side of the arrow, he took his left hand and using the edge chopped the arrow in half with a very swift motion. He grunted from the vibration it caused. Next, he removed his hand from the arrow entirely and quickly brought it close to his body nursing it.

With his hand now free, he spun around just in time to see the woman with the knife a couple of feet from him; she was standing in a place of power, and he was vulnerable on his bum on the ground. He pleaded in Ozaniae, "Please, we talk?" Trying to get her to stop this nonsense yet again

As she went to step towards him and take a decisive action with her knife, Gonyaul kicked his right foot forward and struck her stepping foot sending it backwards. This caused her planting foot to move behind the progression of her knee, hips and shoulders, effectively throwing her off balance down towards him. His hope was she wouldn’t regain her balance and fall forward over him, giving him a chance to roll out from under her and collect himself.