By some miracle, the bolt didn't strike centre of the flying kobold's body. Had it struck dead-on, it would have shattered stone and bone, a much harder target than simple flesh. Instead, it passed through the beast's entrails. While the entrance wound was a clean, bolt-sized hole, the exit wound was much worse. It tore and ripped flesh. Blood spewed from the new orifice as viscera had been carried out by the projectile. But the kobold didn't die. It was merely knocked off course and landed to Oben's right. That didn't mean it was some super kobold or that kobolds were extraordinarily strong. No, the mutt shivered and tried to crawl away from the swordsman he once tried to attack. It couldn't get any strength to do so. All it could do was splatter blood and move dust.

The second kobold was significantly more lucky. As clear of a shot it was, the chance of striking two targets with one bolt, one of which had been moving at an adequate speed, was unlikely. The bolt cleared over top of the second kobold's head and struck the wall with tremendous force. It barely sunk in. It quickly fell out of the newfound hole and rolled into the ground, unharmed by the hard collision.