118 It all hurts. Get it done, eh?

But the beast was far from defeated; it rose to its feet and growled menacingly, its golden-yellow eyes flecked with brown staring intently at the Red Daoist. Arrows flew from the bows of the archers. Most missed their mark, their hands trembling in fear. But a few Qi-infused arrows found their target, embedding themselves in the creature. Undeterred, the Flying Serpent charged again, its taloned legs kicking up clods of earth as it bore down on the line of men. Its wings flapped for balance, its snout aimed directly at the Red Daoist's chest. 

Jin was already reloading his crossbow, confident that the Red Daoist would protect him.