A Cutting Blow - Part 3

The man didn't. Clearly, he knew the range of Oliver's bows just as well as Nila did. The guardsmen were up from behind their barricades by now, waving their bows threateningly, warning them off.

The long haired man raised an arm. Some sort of signal. Oliver narrowed his eyes, wondering what it could mean.

All of a sudden, the man's eyes were on Oliver's, meeting his gaze from so far away. He felt a shiver go down his back. There was no way the man could see him from all the way over there, could he? Not with so many trees in the way. It was one thing to look out, and quite another to look in, but all the same, the man seemed to be looking exactly where he should be.

The man held Oliver's gaze with such an intensity that Oliver didn't even notice the arrows spring up from the Macalister walls until they were halfway through their flight.

"What? Arrows? That doesn't make any sense…" Nila said.