The bandit leader neither expected nor had the time to dodge the arrows. He merely looked down on his chest where an arrow protruded straight from his heart.<br/>He mumbled:<br/>"Well, fuck..."<br/>Before he toppled over and fell into the ground.<br/><br/>Now, one might question the work ethics and loyalty of bandits, but one thing was certain. They did not like it when someone shoots arrow at them. Considering that Blade had done little to hide his position, every pissed off bandit in the camp knew where he was.