Halfway across the courtyard, he was struck down by a flight of arrows that zinged through the air and thunked sickeningly into his body and became inextricably embedded in his back, which he arched agonizingly even as he tumbled forward to hit the ground with an awful, nerveless slap and slid a half-step in the dust.
"Si'Wren of the Patriarchs"
Roland Cheney
Another stone zinged off his arm, hard enough to hurt.
"The Dueling Machine"
Benjamin William Bova Myron R. Lewis