Urist heard the bowsting go, and saw the bolt coming.<br/><br/>In the time he had, he took a mighty, two-handed swing, aiming to cut the bolt right out of the air.<br/><br/>He failed this terribly, and the his axe lodged itself a remarkable distance into the Monastery wall, while the bolt lodged itself in his exposed arm.<i>That were me good arm, too.</i>His arm was searing with pain, and he knew he was in a bad spot.<br/><br/>So Urist did what he knew best after fighting, taking a moment to regain his composure and take a deep breath. "I DIDN'T NEED THAT ARM 'NYWAYS! I'LL KILL YA' ALL WITH ME BAD ARM, AN' TAKE -ALL- TH' GOLD IN YER' SILLY LITTLE DEMON MINE!" he roared, reaching into his pack with his working arm, and withdrawing the first thing he could reach, a pile of sticks, and wildly threw it at the man on the wall.