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. At the same moment, the huge
man with the dark hair bent back, his hands clawing behind
him at the dull-colored arrow that had struck him directly
between his shoulder blades. The arrow was sunk in almost
to the feathers. The man made a strange wheezing sound,
then pitched forward on his face.
"Oh, great Istar!" the woman said, wide-eyed. Her
hands pulled her sword free, and she and the thin, blond
man ran for cover behind separate trees. They crouched
down, both clearly visible to the goblin. The man on the
ground did not move. The elf hung limp from the tree, his
chin against his chest. The wind started to blow harder.
The goblin slowly reached down to his side. His
fingers touched the curved wood of his bow.
The blond-haired man, his nerve gone, made a break
for it. He took off from his tree, running in a straight line
for a clump of bushes about a hundred feet away. The
woman started after him, but she must have heard the arrow
as it went past her, for she dropped to the ground, rolling
until she was behind a pair of close tree trunks. From there,
she could hear the blond man scream as he writhed in the
leaves and dead ferns.
"I surrender!" the plain-faced woman cried in the trade
tongue
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