The Rebels of Terra Nova
Jeffrey LordTaking a final glance at the bottom of the precipice, Blade risked himself on the two trunks which, felled across, served as a bridge. He had reached halfway, when a whistling sound reached his ears, which he could not identify. Aware that his salvation depended on his ability to remain focused, he tried to give an image to what he had just perceived — the rustling of fabric. A rustling of wings - without diverting his attention from a point on the opposite bank on which he had deliberately fixed his gaze. A new whistling noise prevented him from going any further in his thoughts. Almost simultaneously, he felt a burn in his left shoulder at the same time as a shock that made him lose his balance. Mouth open, eyes wide, he desperately flapped his arms before diving into the void, an arrow stuck in the top of his shoulder.