Knights of Tezoth

Spinning gracefully on his heel, the aesthetic of which was accentuated by an elegant sweep of his magnificent cloak, Dawnfall drops, kicking up a puff of dust.
"Where did I miscalculate?" he asked himself, replaying the last few seconds in his mind.
It seemed he had wanted to dodge the shot by nimbly tilting his head to the side, but the cunning milkmaid fired preemptively, having read that maneuver.

Rising, he removes his helmet and whistles — in both eye sockets of the death's head, two arrow shafts are sticking out.
"Losing is unpleasant, of course. But you, milady, have nothing to be ashamed of — you shoot excellently on the move. They do say that drinking from the same cup can be sobering."