Anyway we had to do something about that archer! He was surely on the roof on the far side where Count von Kirchhoff and his men were clustered.
The men around Count von Kirchhoff looked visibly burly as they guarded him. I started running toward them.
"He's coming!"
"He's charging in!"
"Don't get careless!"
They kindly called out various things, but when I turned at a right angle about two meters short of the men surrounding the Count, an idiot leapt out after me. He was aiming at me, but he became prey for the archer who couldn't keep up with my speed. Three hits in a row—dosu! dosu! dosu!—the arrows struck his own ally's body directly. The one who was hit went rolling. Be grateful you didn't die and endure it.
I felt a little sorry for the archer, but because they needed the spectators to see him, light was shining on him, so from my position I could see exactly where he was. Anyway I dove under the eaves of the building where the archer was.
