"Seems like," growled Tarek Mornhall, his crossbow unwavering as it remained trained on Doctor Elric's head, "the party's just getting started."
Doctor Elric smiled, a calm and horrifying smile. "Mr. Mornhall, a mercenary from the underworld. You should know better than to threaten a holy servant of the Church of Life."
He gave no visible signal. Yet the two burly Order of Calm nurses beside Velka moved in unison. They did not attack Tarek, who was armed. They charged at Velka. A cruel tactic to force Tarek to choose between his target and his ally.
Tarek cursed. He was a professional. He did not hesitate.
TWANG!
The arrow flew, not for Elric's head, but into his shoulder, causing him to scream and drop something he was holding. In the same motion, Tarek dropped his crossbow, and his remaining hand moved with lightning speed, hurling two daggers at the nurses.
