From Where It Starts Getting Rough [4]

As Favian looked at the kobold he'd just killed, for some reason, he quickly pulled out an arrow from his quiver and stabbed the air behind his back. He then darted forward and after going to a safe distance he turned and gazed back.

There was another monster waiting there for him…an orc. Though the said orc had an arrow stabbing its abdomen, it was put off balance. However, the orc was not going to stop only from that.

Leave stepping aside, it let out a roar and a battle cry as it smacked the ground with its feet, moving the thick chopper in its hand in fashioned motions.

Favian got on his guard and pulled 3 arrows from his quiver, though something he was fearing might happen, did happen. Instead of 3, only 2 of the arrows were grabbed by Favian's hand. He tried moving his hand in the quiver more, but the result was the same.

'Damn it! Not right now!' he cursed internally as he accepted the fact.