A split second after the first bolt hissed past his cheek, more followed—whistling through the air in rapid bursts.
Luck dropped low, crouching into the swirling black haze as another shot sliced overhead.
'Motherfuckers..' He clicked his tongue in annoyance, but deep down, he knew that he was also at fault for being too complacent.
'I should have known that these dwarves can use tricky items like in those RPG's. I'm a disappointment to the whole gaming community.'
Teeth gritted, Luck ran , using the confusion as cover.
As he burst from the border of the smoke, the dwarves already fanned out, crossbows raised in a dark parody of a firing squad.
"SHOOT HIM!"
They let it fly.
He twisted to one side, blade up.
clang!
clang!
Two bolts smacked the tempered alloy of his sword and shattered.
Third one stung as it sliced across his shoulder. He ignored the pain, running straight for Black, whose mouth hung open in a perfect O of surprise.
