Balor snarled and flew towards me with the same long silver blade he’d used to cut off the arm now hanging in his mother’s palace. I nocked an arrow, but I didn’t rush. I aimed carefully. He choked when the arrow drove through the lacing on his leather trousers, directly between his legs. His sword clattered to the floor as he stumbled back and fell, pale hands fluttering uselessly over the arrow protruding from his groin.
