Chapter 17

The arrow flew through the muggy air for an instant before embedding itself down to the feathers in the right eye of the Screamer, who was feasting on the body of the dwarf that had fallen in the initial attack. It let out a guttural yowl, bits of fabric and skin stuck in its teeth and blood mingled with its glowing drool. Breaking the shaft of the arrow with its paw, it turned its wrath to the Hunter and the Gypsy. The shriek was deafening, even the Mighty Stag pulling against the Hunter in an attempt to run to safety, but they held steady and faced the beast, pawing at the dirt and snorting loudly. The Witch pulled her staff from the bundles behind her and jumped from her horse, who took the opportunity to flee into the woods.