The tiny star of steel whistles past the fleeing hafling, burying itself deep in the pitted plaster of the old building's walls.
As for the elven archer, Charlotte can see him out of the corner of her eye. The string on his bow still thrums with the release of the arrow now buried in her compatriot's flesh.
Now that she knows where he is, she realizes that she had seen him move down the alley. The thing was, he was so well camouflaged at the time that she hadn't realized what she was seeing. But now, in hindsight, she can see how she was fooled.
[sblock=Horto]Your turn.[/sblock]