[Lucky Jim]

 

[Fuzzee]

Those guys aren't very good shots. That was a lot of arrows with a low hit ratio. They need practice.

 

[Lucky Jim]

Yeah and if he'd had any brains he'd have been wearing arrow-proof armour, an old bit of tin would have done for a breastplate, or a few layers of thick leather or phone books.
And running round like a fairy was a waste of time, he should have gone to the front of the balcony like a man and yelled "Okay you motherf----s, take your best shot!"

 

[inceptor]

Kinda sucked to be him, huh?

Funny though most of the arrows didn't seem to affect him much, he had one through the heart and didn't die until he got one through the neck. And not one drop of blood.