Alexander swiftly drove his sword through the throat of the enemy. He thought all was over until and arrow nailed him in the arm. He cried out in pain, pointing to the last of the Ironbanes. He had a bow and was now running as the Goldenblades chased. But then something else caught his attention. [color=#63D1F4]"Leo! Go get her! Everyone else, take out that archer and sort through the supplies!"[/color] Alexander ordered, trying to pull the arrow out of his arm.