"OW! For fuck's sake, that hurts!" Alex growled as another arrow thudded against his ribs.
“Alex, are you sure about this?” Chris asked, his voice laced with genuine concern. He was beginning to wonder if Alex was a masochist. For nearly three hours, he had been shooting padded arrows—their dulled heads wrapped in strips of cloth—at his friend. The cloth had come from Alex’s own jacket, which he’d been wearing under his cloak.
“Yeah, just give
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