Nosdyn observed the horse riding archer for a few moments whilst the fellow got serious.

Shit! He's an archer. When Vareon introduced himself and everything, the man got serious and the battle got real. Nosdyn felt the weight of the sun beating down on his shoulders as he stood there for a moment. A trickle of sweat flowed down the side of his skull. Nosdyn noticed the intricate quality of the man's bow. This reminds me of that time...no time to get nostalgic though. Nosdyn was never built for speed and agility, he left that for the speedsters of Althans.

Nosdyn was a proud demon though exiled from Tular Plains, he was still a demon and carried their blood in his vessel.

During his time in Stonevale he'd changed and had learned to live at peace with men.

When Vaeron fired the first set of arrows, he saw a flash of light from the steel tip of the arrow. It was the sunlight reflecting light off the metallic peace of that thing. Nosdyn guessed that first strike was intended to be lethal. I've only got one chance at this. Nosdyn's eye twitched at that point. He saw the trajectory of the first arrow arcing down towards him and he figured the first arrow was meant to be either a serious strike or a lethal one. Nosdyn was not fast enough to dodge an arrow or even catch it.

Instead, he would have to decide where it would actually hit him. He's on horse-back that puts me at a drastic disadvantage... Nosdyn thought to himself. As the first arrow moved ever closer, Nosdyn did the only thing he could think of doing. He had to risk it all, he didn't want to be taken out on the first moments of battle by a dirty archer. He raised his arm, his free arm in front of his chest as the arrow came in, it was an instinctive move. Nosdyn flinched when the steel tipped arrow punctured his forearm. It did not push all the way through, it merely buried itself in his arm with considerable force.

Nosdyn was frowning at that point. He noticed that the archer was already firing off several other arrows. Nosdyn made his sure his weapon was activated and he took a wild swing at the next few arrows. He was able to deflect a few of them with his sword, but several more connected with Nosdyn. This is no good, I'm a sitting duck here like this. There was something almost perverse about him being hunted by the archer at that point. Nosdyn gripped his weapon tightly and maneuvered his punctured arm back to a steady position. More arrows were already coming. By the gods, not like this.