The knife was too far away. [i]Bloody hell.[/i] If only the executioner had dropped it a little closer, he could use his martial expertise to toe-flick the blade up to his hands. D'ren quickly decided to leave the knife to Salim or the other guy, the name of which he'd already forgotten.

Many hits to the head will affect one's memory.

D'ren deliberately looked around, as if unfazed by the chaos. It was during chaotic circumstances that D'ren felt the most at ease. Thinking quite clearly, D'ren caught sight of a guard holding a crossbow just a few meters away. He was watching the crowd, as well as the convicts. Now, how to get him to actually shoot at them...

"Oi!" D'ren yelped at the guard. "I fucked yer daughter!"

The guard looked up in terror at the gallows. "She's 13!"

D'ren blinked, but kept up the facade of indigence. "Yeah? Well she felt 30!"

That worked. The guard took aim and jerked the trigger back, perhaps not quite taking aim, so much as firing in a blind rage. The arrow whizzed harmlessly past.

D'ren rolled his eyes as the guard knocked in another dart. "No, I'm sorry. It was another...guard's...daughter...?"

The guard calmed slightly, but not by much. It was enough, however, for him to actually take aim at D'ren. He fired. D'ren dodged. The arrow hit the shoulder of the man in the middle, who D'ren had named in his head Vomit-Man. 

"Cheers mate," D'ren said as he took the arrow in his teeth, yanked it out of Vomit-Man. 

The head didn't want to come out at first. He had to tug a couple of times. When he got the dart out, he saw the guard locking in another one. D'ren dropped the arrow, turned to the side, caught it, and quickly tried to cut through the rope holding his hands behind his back. He figured he'd have to duck at least another arrow. 

Halfway through the binds, the guard fired (roughly) at D'ren once more. But now, he was only about eight feet away. He couldn't miss if he was blind and on fire.