Literature
The Prisoner: First Blood
The small click and the sensation of the end of his slacks tugging on something were the first hints to the Elven mage, Sazuke, that a trap had been sprung. His keen eyes darted toward his feet, only to notice the thin wire coming loose against his leg. Another minute click, too small for Human ears to respond to, gave him just enough warning to throw up a small earthen barrier. But it was too late, the rock shattering as the explosion broke apart the stone shield, metal shards flying in every direction. One cut deep into Sazuke's shoulder, another cutting at his leg, while yet another skimmed across his elbow as he threw his arms up to prot