"Go to hell, Darryl!"

Lord Kenny roared and immediately drew a longbow. He pinched the feathered arrow and aimed it at the back of Darryl's heart. The arrow screeched as it sliced the air when it whizzed past.

The feathered arrow traveled as fast as lightning, and it was too late when Darryl finally realized the danger.

"Careful!"

Yvette's pretty face looked terrified as she let off a concerned shriek. Her feet carried her quickly toward Darryl. Then, she threw herself at Darryl's back,