"Oh my word, you’ve been shot!" For Egdod actually did have a crossbow bolt projecting from the general vicinity of his liver. But as the Anthron watched, the bolt was spat out by the wound it had made. It flipped backward for about a meter and stuck in the grass. By the time the Anthron’s eyes had traveled back up to the wound, it had healed, leaving behind a pink scar that was rapidly fading. "A little trick I picked up about a thousand years ago," Egdod explained. "Hold on a sec while I deal with these guys."