[RE] Turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

Heeeeey look at that. He'd been shot. Entranced by Amalia's singing and the approach of the red Luxere as she tried to ease the poor creature's suffering, Ronin was utterly oblivious to the arrow-mad Ascended taking aim. He had been on the receiving end of one of Wessex's arrows before, but her aim had been a lot better last time. In that she hadn't hit him. Flinching and staggering back a step or two, Ronin grunted in pain and hissed a curse through his teeth. The Luxere was gone and Amalia was left holding its antlers, but understandably the guildmaster had more important things on his mind. Red pattered down onto the snow from a blossoming patch on his arm, the arrow shaft still protruding from it. "Anyone lose an arrow?" he grated, letting out a long breath and leaning down to examine the damage. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.