The man fires the bolt and you side step. Your hear a soft thunk and a gurgle. You spin around to see Sigal Haterson holding his bolt blocked throat and he falls tot he ground dead. The man is quickly re-loading. You disappear around the corner as you hear the crossbow fire again. You are safe and clear and running free. You zip zag between alleys and you end up at a dark faceless coffee house. You are reading a newspaper and sipping some excellent coffee as we speak. Enjoying the burned in memory of Sigall's last moments on this green earth.