'Ssss,' she hissed, snatching another shaft from the earth. She drew back the string again, taking careful aim.
'Argh!' he cried, as the arrow stuck him through his exposed ankle. The shield faltered and wobbled, drifted to the side.
Her next shaft arced through the air and caught him cleanly through the neck, just above the shield rim. Blood bubbled down his skin, his eyes went wide and he toppled backwards, the shield sliding down the slope after him with her wasted arrow sticking from it.
- Before They Are Hanged, Part I, Among the Stones