You take a few steps forwards and another arrow narrowly misses your foot.
A few more steps and an arrow rips through your tunic, grazing your forearm.
You can still see no-one at all, nor can you see where the arrows are coming from.
After another few steps, another arrow appears, but this one pierces your calf.
You cry out loud — but you are almost at the monument, which will provide shelter.
You leap forward and duck behind it until the arrows cease.