Leo grimaced, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached. Beneath the wide brim of his hat, he flicked his eyes around in quick, cautious glances. Only after confirming that no one was looking directly at him did he slowly, carefully reach behind his back.
His body was twisted at the waist, one shoulder pressed against a large wooden cask for support. In a place most people would never think to look, squarely in the center of his posterior, an arrow jutted out, trembling faintly. It had sunk a good six inches deep, a perfect bullseye.
He was trying to pull it out, millimeter by agonizing millimeter.
That arrow was also the reason he had been the first to snap out of his daze earlier. Leo had been charging forward when the sudden global announcement rang out, stunning everyone mid-stride. He stumbled, his balance thrown off for just a heartbeat, and in that instant an arrow flew in from nowhere in particular and struck his raised backside with merciless precision.
