He wonders about that briefly, how someone takes so easily to blood - or a human someone anyway. But puts it away for another time, and sheaths his sword. His bow is taken instead, and two arrows pulled from their quiver - he pulls one third of the flight from both to adjust their path in the air, sets them against each other and nocs them both.
And then walks towards the voices - there seems to be four different ones, the closer he gets. The tunnel opens out into another cavern, slightly bigger than the ammo dump but not much. Four men sit eating and talking - he checks to see Mary Anne close behind, then turns back and looses the arrows, watching in satisfaction as they split off and bury themselves in the foreheads of two of the seated men.
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And then walks towards the voices - there seems to be four different ones, the closer he gets. The tunnel opens out into another cavern, slightly bigger than the ammo dump but not much. Four men sit eating and talking - he checks to see Mary Anne close behind, then turns back and looses the arrows, watching in satisfaction as they split off and bury themselves in the foreheads of two of the seated men.