“I’m going to shoot out the lock on the front.” The knight explained. “You can fall into the hay.”
“You’re an idiot.” Replied the prisoner, gripping tight to his cage bars. “Why do you think that’s going to work? I’ll break my legs at best!” Ignoring him, the knight notched an arrow. “Wait! Wait-wait-wait, you twit, what’s the matter with you? Are you getting off on causing me misery? Don’t shoot at me!” The arrow released, wailing as it cut through the muggy air.
