A second arrow came almost immediately, followed by several more, all aimed to pin him down.
Lanz reacted without hesitation, drawing his blade and swatting them away in quick, sharp movements. Each deflection was pure satisfaction of not ending up with an arrow sticking out of him was worth it.
"F*ck! You guys are a bunch of party poopers," he snapped, his voice carrying across the cavern even as he kept moving.
"Can a guy not have peaceful recon for five minutes?!" With no concern for their feelings, he lifted one hand from the hilt just long enough to flip them off before shoving himself off the tree limb.
He hit the ground running — literally — and wasted no time putting distance between himself and the swarm of scouts.
Still sprinting, Lanz considered veering toward the lake where he had spotted the boars earlier, thinking it might give him some cover or at least a better escape route.
