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Ragnar hit the ground on his back. The instant he got his bearings, he reached back for his club.

Scire thought the sudden release and impact on the floor was his death. He felt his chest and stomach for wounds when he released he wasn't dead.

"Oh fuck, not dead!" Scire cheered, before wrapping a hand around his bow and rising to his feet, having been below the wave. He drew an arrow, lined up a shot, and let his arrow fly at the lich.