Letting go of the boy’s face, the bandit leader let him crumple to the floor. XXX As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a loud explosion in the distance, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. •
Days had gone by without incident. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out. “My name is Flynn.”
“Flynn, huh?” The bowman muttered, his voice smooth. He could feel his body weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him. It had been a trap, they had allowed false news of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan’s ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.
