There was a dull impact in the center of his back. Mr. Nagaki looked down to see the tip of an arrow protruding from his chest. He spun -- his claw fingers at the ready -- to see figures emerging from the snow, charging towards him. One of them was notching another arrow in his compound bow.
They'd buried themselves and waited for him.
There were five of them in total, one had the bow and... [click here for more]