Alexander's attention was drawn by the small boom, followed by the explosion at the foot of the mountains. He immediately realised his shooter was attempting to distract him. Of course, he didn't take the bait.
He stood his ground and called back his spear.
He called out the attempt of his shooter, yet still received no response. He feigned concentration on the direction from which the explosion had come, enticing his shooter to take another shot at him.
But the shooter was smart enough not to fall for his poor attempt at being distracted.
'This is getting frustrating.' He complained inwardly and looked at the timer. About 12 minutes were left before the first hour was over.
Alex wasn't concerned about failing to make the cut, since the little he had gathered amounted to 81 eliminations. His attention returned to the opposite side of the river, where the first arrow had come from.
'Come on, take your best shot.'
