Foundling
Hunter was a constant source of surprise.
Leaning over a man with his back against the wall, gritting his teeth against the pain from an arrow sticking from his hip, Kim placed a hand over his brow. Warm, soothing ki began to flow from her palm. The man’s face began to relax as the pain lessened.
“We were coming down the hall when arrows appeared from nothing, like the wall was shooting at us. We could not fix a position so as to bind him with ki, and his mind was opaque to searching, and then he was gone.”
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