C40 Trap

ARTHUR

Ruthar takes slow retreating steps away from the beams, but they move in sync with our steps, the red beams still pointed at us.

An arrow is shot at Ruthar as he tries to dodge it, but it was too late as he had been hit in the side.

"Run," I yell at him with the mind link.

He does as ordered, running further into the snow without stopping, as more arrows are being shot at us