Sig crouched over the man with the leg wound and kept one eye on the right window. The soldier opposite him had his back to the plaza, watching the barricade.
The wounded man had stopped making noise after the first minute, which meant he had found the position that kept the pain manageable without speaking about it.
The right window had not fired since the sprint across the plaza. The crossbowman inside had a clear line on the center of the open ground and had chosen not to use it. Sig considered that information and kept his head down.
From the left building's second floor, a voice called across the narrow alley gap, "I can see his window from here. He comes forward I've got the shot."
A pause. Then Harr's voice from the steps barricade, "Hold position. Don't fire first."
