Tate pov

I was angry. So annoyed that all I could see was red. So I guess I was partially grateful for these troupe of rogues infiltration; I could maybe use it as a form of distraction to blow up some steam.

While carried away by fighting my opponent, I didn't realize that another was aiming a silver arrow at me.

It wasn't until the arrow pierced through my skin and I felt the pain did I realize that there was an enemy I needed to be wary of.

I scoffed at the arrow piercing my arms, pretending that I was in the least of pains and this little facade...