*before Vartmor answers, an arrow impales itself into his shoulder.*
Vertmor: "GAH!!" *snarls*
*Vertmor looks up and sees the archer.*
Vertmor: "Damn mortals! Won't they just quit and be the food they are ment to be!"
*Vertmor snarls again as he pulls the arrow stright out of his shoulder. He tosses it aside. He breaks apart into a small swarm of bats and flies up where the 'man' shot that arrow.*