C-Crackle! C-Crackle!
Ayse was already pulling the bag back over the unconscious prince's head. But before Ayse could quickly close the chest, two tiny projectiles pierced the chest walls and the burlap sack.
Forde wore a wicked grin as his finger guns didn't let up. Two more projectiles shot out of his index fingers, through the new hole in Forde's leather gloves. "You lose! Kid–"
"Goons! Flee now or die!"
Ayse's exclamation and lack of shock stifled them all. It didn't stop Forde from firing fifth and sixth rounds to guarantee the prince's death. But the shout was instantly paired with another jarring event.
Thw-Thang! Cr-Crackle!
"Archer!" Forde leaped back. Each forearm had an arrow piercing all the way down to the fletching, but no blood could be found.
Diona acted next. Flames gathered in the back of her throat as she spat a fireball at the hole in the ceiling. And she didn't let up, preparing an immediate follow-up shot.
Frrip! Frrip! Ch-Chink!
