Pausing in his shooting, the ranger drew a knife, glanced over his shoulder, then threw it at the boy. The knife lodged perfectly in a wooden beam right by him. He kept firing, arrow after arrow, faster than should be possible. Finally, his arrows ran out and he growled, strapping the bow over his chest.<br/><br/>Turning back to the kid, he eyed him. "What is it you've got planned? how are you going to put them to sleep? I can't attack one or two, without having the rest on me."