The arrow had a line on it and did not fly very straight.

An arrow flying a long way cannot always tell a friend from an enemy.

Though the final arrow still flew, somehow he knew there was no need for another shot.

He had run into the woods for cover, but more arrows flew.

And with the wind dying, soon those arrows would fly.

Blade saw arrows fly again, but it was too late for that now.

Something sailed out of it as the arrow flew toward him.

An arrow flew over his head, pierced the air where he'd been standing.

"Say there, my boy," he said as an arrow flew past right where he'd been standing.

At the same time arrows and bullets flew from behind several trees.