““Taking careful aim, Gabriel shot two arrows, one into the figure’s thigh, the other into his side—but neither slowed his opponent down. Gabriel wasn’t ready to kill the guy—at least not yet. After all, Gabriel was immortal. It wasn’t exactly a fair fight. But the stranger kept charging. And in his hand was another knife. Awesome. The intruder lunged and, right when Gabriel was about to release another arrow into his attacker’s body, he heard a thwack. The stranger fell dead at Gabriel’s feet—a long and deadly arrow jutting from his back. Gabriel looked up from the body before him and saw Tristan with his bow still raised. “Tristan!” Horror filled Gabriel’s eyes. “You just killed him.” Tristan lowered the bow. “I know.” “He’s a person, Tristan! This isn’t medieval England where you have to protect your bread and your goats! You can’t just shoot people dead.””
