Swiftly you unshoulder your Bow and draw an Arrow to your lips. You take aim at the thug’s head and let fly your shaft but in an instant before it strikes, he twists around and the arrows tip merely scratches a crimson line across his cheek.
Unfortunately, this wound does not make him loose his grip; it simply makes him more frightened and murderous than before. You are forced to shoulder your Bow and unsheathe a hand weapon as you rush towards him in a desperate attempt to prevent him from wounding his innocent captive’s child.