The Price of Deceit - Part 6

"Then concentrate, girl. I need to forget you're even here," Vol said.

The counterattack was next. They'd made it through the first arrow storm, and in this enclosed wood, the bowmen needed to be nearby in order to get their arrows to reach them, without them being intercepted by the trees first.

The location of their attack seemed obvious enough from the rustling of the grasses just off to their right, and from the trajectory of their arrows. It was well within the range of Vol's swift strides. If he went all out, he would be on them in seconds… and yet something about it simply didn't feel right.

Would Nolan position his attackers that close, knowing what he did of Vol's capabilities? And knowing how unlikely he was to wound men that were carrying shields? It was unlikely. The only reason Vol could think that he might do so was so that he could distract him from something else.