Hissing like a viper, the arrow sang through the air, striking its target but not with the accuracy, or the power of a true arrow. Ahadi grunted, and lost his stance and the arrow burroed into his flesh. He felt the stab of pain as the head pierced him, he could feel the pull of the shaft every time he breathed, it had passed between two of his ribs.
An icy pain tingled down his arm, numbing his hand, his grip on the talwar, a heavy weapon, faltered. Cover, he needed cover. He let the blade fall fromt he ready position, its pointed tip dug a furrow in the ground as he retreated behind one of the larger trees.
"Kaaz nala dact!" he cursed. The wound was seriousl but didnt seem to have hit anything vital, there was none of the high pressure blood, nor the whispering gurgle of a pierced lung. It still was painful, and it hampered his sword, the talwar demanded two hands to be used with anything even resembling proficiency.