The monk's expression finally changed, twisting with excitement and madness.
"Now *this* is more like it."
As he spoke, his two massive, fan-like hands clapped together in the air, batting two arrows aside. A few others, however, still reached him.
A few metallic pings rang out. The three arrows aimed at the monk's throat, abdomen, and groin all found their mark, but they failed to even scratch his skin and were simply deflected, falling to the ground.
The monk grinned, but just as a laugh was about to escape his lips, an arrow shot through the air, aimed straight for his open mouth.
The monk had no time to dodge, but what he did next was utterly astounding.
He suddenly snapped his mouth open and caught the arrowhead between his teeth.
With a dull THUD, the monk staggered back a step before spitting out the arrow.
The mangled arrowhead was streaked with blood.
Clearly, the monk was injured.
