Though he was covered in sand, he could still hear. And he could hear someone coming in, coming closer and closer to the middle of the hut...
If Tate went in towards the center, he might have felt something thin and a little sticky on the front of his lower legs. If so, it was already too late. The sinew stretched, from the line on his legs, up the sides of the hut, and across the ceiling to the top of the doorway. Snapping apart at the slightest stress, a second string of rope--and bamboo-tied sinew would release its tension, like a crossbow - and a second sharp shark tooth spear, held at bay until then, would fly like an arrow right at its victim from behind with nary a whistle.
The end game of the spear - be it impaling, wounding, or killing its target - didn't matter as long as it hit its mark.
Re: Feel free to describe how he gets attacked now ^^;;
If Tate went in towards the center, he might have felt something thin and a little sticky on the front of his lower legs. If so, it was already too late. The sinew stretched, from the line on his legs, up the sides of the hut, and across the ceiling to the top of the doorway. Snapping apart at the slightest stress, a second string of rope--and bamboo-tied sinew would release its tension, like a crossbow - and a second sharp shark tooth spear, held at bay until then, would fly like an arrow right at its victim from behind with nary a whistle.
The end game of the spear - be it impaling, wounding, or killing its target - didn't matter as long as it hit its mark.