Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #16 July 2015 | страница 62

but he dodged it. The arrow shot past him and slammed
into the arm of another man, one that was already on
fire. He screamed, confused, and fell to the ground.
There wasn’t time for Angwenth to pull out her final
arrow. She dropped her bow and pulled out her sword,
Go, you don’t have time for this. She pushed running into the woods so the others wouldn’t get any
herself off the ground and notched another arrow. Men ideas and attempt to follow.
were pushing out of the tents, though some of their
When she turned to face the human she was
screams were more agonizing. Angwenth didn’t look
over at them. The sleeping guard jumped up, startled greeted by a stocky, short, balding man of about her
and confused by the screams. Before he could see what father’s age. There were circles under his eyes and his
was going on, Angwenth shot an arrow at him, but clothes were covered in dirt and soot from the fires, he
missed as it hit the shed behind him. “Damn it!” she pulled out his sword and readied for a fight. Angwenth
frowned as she looked at him. The man growled.
muttered before notching another. Only four more.
blocking him from the sound of the shooting arrow until he turned. The arrow slammed right into his eye. Angwenth winced as he fell to the ground. She had aimed
for his temple.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked angrily.
The man looked back at the arrow, then where
Angwenth stood. He pulled out his sword, though he “You killed a bunch of good men in there!”
was slower due to just waking up, and headed towards
Angwenth raised an eyebrow. “Good men?”
her. Angwenth shot another arrow, this time hitting him
She repeated. “You capture and kill innocent animals
in the throat and he fell over gasping for air.
for profit. Whether to sell their meat and coats, or for
Three more. She reminded herself as she your stupid games. How is that a sign of a good man?”
notched the bow, glancing over at the tents to see who
He hesitated. “We have to make a living.”
would be the biggest threats in close range combat.
The fires were growing, and starting  to reach the other
Angwenth shook her head, anger flaring up intents. Multiple men were out of the tents, flames licking side. “They’re innocent animals!”
over the scream, the sources of the agonizing screams.
Other men were beating them with things, in attempts
The man shrugged with indifference.
to put out the fire, but