David drew his bow and took aim at the soldier standing guard. In a fluid motion he loosed the arrow and had a second drawn before the first had reached its mark. As the first arrow buried itself into the guards back, the second was sent on its way and the third was drawn back.<br/>Within a few short seconds all three guards were down and David walked into the clearing, holding the fourth arrow to his bow. Carefully scanning the area he approached the nearest dead soldier.<br/><br/>As he neared the center of the clearing two things happened at once, first David noticed that there were five bedrolls around the fire, Second he heard the whistle of hard feathers in the air.<br/>Diving for cover behind a wooden barrel David dodged the arrow only by the finest of margins, popping up from cover and loosing his fourth arrow in the direction he thought his attacker was hiding, David experienced the most curious sensation of time slowing down.<br/><br/>He could see his arrow arcing towards where the fourth attacker was indeed hiding and he knew that he had found his mark, that soldier was dead already. But so was he, out of the corner of his eye he could see the fifth attacker kneeling next to a tree and his arrow was already in the air.<br/>David was able to turn his head and watch the arrow fly towards him, but his own limbs felt like wood under water, there was no way he could move in time to save himself. All that was left to do was watch the graceful arc of his impending doom, and wait for death.