Lindsey was lucky that he had a pack full of things on his back, which was what the crossbow bolt buried into. It shot through it far enough to graze his flesh, but he quickly stretched back to yank it out before he could accidentally fall on its tip to drive it in further.

"And you just shot me!" Not that he blamed her, after all, he was chopping at her first. Which, as he, less gracefully than she did, got to his feet, he tried to swipe at her again. She would have gained her footing by then though, so he didn't hold any real hope of catching her. Now, it was more important to drive her back.