Ved
He had just stood up from zipping the bag when he saw the man come around the corner with a drawn bow aiming for his chest and stomach area.
[color=9e0b0f]"You ain't too smart, are ya?"[/color]
He asked with a low chuckle, then chucking the heavier of the two duffle bags, dropping the lighter, and sprinting forward, his shoulder aimed for the mans ribcage. No matter what, the bag would either take the shot or throw it off. It was up to this man whether or not he could get out of the way fast enough to avoid being plowed into the air, and then the ground soon after. Ved was moving like a tank, not too fast, but fast enough to be a real threat.