It takes a split second for Cullen to shake off the surprise, and make a hasty grab for his shield. With it he stumbles to his feet, backwards until the trunk of a tree steadies his weight. Blood runs down his leg, and Cullen groans through grit teeth. The movements didn't do the wound any favours, but if he's become the target of an archer in the dark, then he risks worse with every instant his shield isn't raised.
--Except even as he searches the area for the culprit he catches something hanging over his head, swinging lightly in the breeze. Something round and-- for the love of his sweet Maker's Bride, this can't be happening. Cullen sways on his feet. A small part of that, he suspects, is the injury. The much greater credit goes to the sheer annoyance and embarrassment at the discovery of what truly just transpired.
Confirmed further by the voice, which has little in common with an enemy stealthily looking to fire another shot. Cullen reaches for the hilt of his sword all the same. A precaution, before he calls out.
"Over here! I'm fine," he does not quite manage to rasp out anymore. Considering that he slumps against the tree immediately afterwards, it may have been a slight embellishment, after all.
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--Except even as he searches the area for the culprit he catches something hanging over his head, swinging lightly in the breeze. Something round and-- for the love of his sweet Maker's Bride, this can't be happening. Cullen sways on his feet. A small part of that, he suspects, is the injury. The much greater credit goes to the sheer annoyance and embarrassment at the discovery of what truly just transpired.
Confirmed further by the voice, which has little in common with an enemy stealthily looking to fire another shot. Cullen reaches for the hilt of his sword all the same. A precaution, before he calls out.
"Over here! I'm fine," he does not quite manage to rasp out anymore. Considering that he slumps against the tree immediately afterwards, it may have been a slight embellishment, after all.