Perfectly aimed arrows

[bellyboy]

Would love to have seen him when the arrows  first  hit, the expression on his face as he clutched at them, fighting to stay on his feet, before sinking to his knees and slumping backward against the wagon wheel. Could he still be alive at this moment, feeling those arrow heads impaled in his thick muscles?

One of those arrows should have hit that belly button which seems to be waiting for it.