“Viriel! Davyd! It’s a trap!” Screamed Dreygo.
He was looking upwards. Viriel too levelled to where Dreygo’s eyes fell. Davyd continued his attack with his bow and arrow, unknown of the imminent danger. Sloth receded to a corner. Arrows plunging the surface of Sloth’s armor but not deeply enough to penetrate the skin. It was Sloth’s way of defending the raining arrows at a simultaneous pace from the hunter. He let them land on his armor, others were compelled to misdirect.
“Davyd!” Dreygo screamed once more. Davyd was distracted with his attacks on Sloth. There were weapons floating high above their heads, pointing below them. A simple trigger would drop the weapons to the ground fast, surely killing them.