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Apchux stumbles forward a little, head whipping around as he looks for a target. Finally his blood filled gaze fixes on one of the bowmen on the other side of the path. His eyes seem to start to glow a little, inside all the blood. Completely ignoring any effort at dodging he runs fearlessly, furiously at the peasant. Just before connecting he slams his head into a tree branch with a crack audible over the battle screams.
He falls to the ground, then all but bounces up, neck at a hideous angle. Covered in grass and wood chips that ooze blood, rather than bleed. He seems unconcerned by the damage. Still, it steals his momentum and lets the bowman duck behind a tree of his own.

Apchux looks around, his head at a strange, boneless angle, pulled off balance by the arrow embedded in his small skull.
Behind a nearby sapling one the bowmen frantically reloads his bow for another shot at the dead child.
Seeing a target nearby he stabs wildly, again and again and again. There is no grunt, as there might be with a human. There is no slowing down. Most of the strikes go wild, but one slams straight towards the bowmen's terrified eye - prevented from a deadly blow only when the side struts on the boar spear catch on the branches of the sapling.
Branches whip to and fro, leaving a mass of bleeding cuts on the face of Apchux, but he doesn't even flinch.