[ His reflexes are fast enough, at the very least, that he manages to get his arms out to brace his fall; then he's up in a crouch and spinning on his knee, his bow in his hands and an arrow nocked--
He doesn't see their assailant, having turned to the direction where the bolt flew from, but he does see panicked townsfolk fleeing and screaming around them. ]
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He doesn't see their assailant, having turned to the direction where the bolt flew from, but he does see panicked townsfolk fleeing and screaming around them. ]
Where the hell did he go?