The ancient arrow is hidden. I can no longer breathe as I grab the slingshot that is my defense and run from the catapults which launch their great projectiles, all aiming straight for my soul. I weep as I see ranged medieval weapon after ranged medieval weapon, all aimed at me... But why? Spears rain from the sky and the trebuchet with its swinging arm throws 90 kg projectiles over 300 meters. They won't stop until they have the ancient arrow. They are all dark, and they demand to see me fall. My eyes are closed as I fire my crossbow over and over again, and when I open them I am alive, my enemies slain.