The bow shot glances off of a very metallic sounding object. "Oui! Who's shootin' mah armor fulla 'oles?!" A squat, red-headed dwarf crawls out of the underbrush. His armor glints in the sunlight, and has a rather obvious point where the arrow bounced off his left shoulder. "Oui. You. 'Ume. Why're ya shootin' at me fer?!"