Hospitality At Its Finest

Fwip!

Fwip!

If you've lived long enough in the Lower Plane, you wouldn't overlook the 'fwip' sounds that you hear in an enclosed and dark space. Listen to the expert, those sounds are arrows, whizzing through the wind with enough power to graze or puncture someone's skin. In the Lower Plane, a normal arrow wouldn't hurt someone as strong as me but judging from the sounds, I know they're a different kind. These arrows are imbued with Qi Energy, and if they were to hit me, they might as well kill me.

"HEY! What are you doing!" White shouted as he waved his arms. An arrow almost hit him by the legs and he barely dodged it.

"Who's there!" A gruff voice of a man suddenly erupted out of nowhere.

"It's me White! Maximilian White!" White desperately called out as he cautiously walked forward.