Bile rose in Mike’s throat as the arrowhead slammed into his gut. It punched through his wired leather armor and bit into flesh. Thankfully, the armor absorbed most of the impact. Coupled with Mike’s high endurance, the point only sank two centimeters deep before stopping.
A wound like this would barely have fazed him anymore, not after the constant abuse his body took in his fights. Still, as he ripped the arrow free in a slick of blood, he
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