Fort Dollem - Part 4

He dodged it easily. The trees were so dense that it was harder to get hit by an arrow than it was to dodge it. The shaft thudded into the tree behind him, quivering as it went.

Oliver traced the trajectory back through the short crop of trees, all the way towards the thick trunk of a particularly ancient tree, where those earlier footprints laid to. He followed the trunk upwards, drawn by the sound of a man frantically trying to notch another arrow and he spotted his prey, covered in spruce bows that he'd sawn off. Had he not been moving and had the footprints not pointed so clearly towards that tree, it would have been near impossible to track him.

He thundered towards the tree and launched himself up onto the thick lower branches, fighting his way through the abundance of thin fresh growth that clawed at his face as he tried to pull himself upwards.