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You place an Arrow to your bowstring and draw it taut to your lips. Expertly you gauge the distance to your target and then let your Arrow fly. It arcs into the jungle and slams into the tree behind which your enemy is partly hidden, peppering his face with splinters of damp wood.
He curses you, his teeth showing white against the green of the jungle as he spits out fragments of tree bark. Then he springs from his hiding place and disappears into the undergrowth. Determined that you are not going to allow him to get away so easily, you dash out of the tunnel and give chase.
