Irikar felt the sharp pain in his gut, the force slamming him into a large oak behind him. The arrow large, piercing straight through him. He reached down, wrapping his hands around the shaft of the large arrow that pierced his stomach. He felt warm liquid pool up and drip from his hands. He looked down at the wooden shaft exiting the wound on his stomach. His blood staining his glove, and the tunic under his leather armor.