Knocking an arrow in a bow

The goblin is knocking an arrow in a bow and turning to face you with a sneer.

"Damn!". You curse out loud startling the pretty elf in front of you. Struggling to your feet you cast about for your axe. "Where in the Fire pits of Ractmore did that beast get a bow?"

It must have been with the rest of the bags dropped under the great oak tree; and you stupidly let him get to it without a fight. At least, you notice with a glimmer of hope, the pretty erlfmaid has freed herself

"Run'" You urge her as you pick up your axe. The elfmaid stares at you blankly with her great lavender eyes. Maybe he can't hit a moving target you hope as you close with the goblin.

The arrow hits hard, it slams into your right thigh like a strike from a bull whip numbing the leg and almost knocking you to the ground. Stumbling awkwardly you close the gap between you and the goblin raider as he struggles to get a second arrow ready to fire. Too late he realises his mistake but by the time he drops the bow and turns to run you are on him.

The heavy blade of the axe hits him high on his back and shatters his spine between his heavy shoulder blades. The green slaving scum falls to the ground twiching and gasping until a second blow crushs his skull.

Suddenly woozy, you look around for a safe place to tend to the shaft that is still deeply embeded in your upper thigh. It is difficult to make a descision and the soft grass under the oak tree suddenly looks very inviting.

With a soft grunt you drop to the ground. The last goblin is still out there, as is the elf, and this arrow must be removed before the wound festers, but just for now you need to close your eyes.