The short man with the peg leg clicked his tongue and readied another bolt. "I told you we would need another crossbow ready!"
"I thought you could get it in one shot," said the tall man.
"For heavens sake, there are two of them. Even if I shot one, there'd still be the other to deal with," noted the man with the peg leg.
"Well, I thought I'd get the other one when you took out the first one," answered the tall man. "You know. When he was all... distracted."
"With what?" said the man with the peg-leg. "There's no other crossbow, thanks to you!"
"With this!" said the tall man, drawing a knife.
The short man blinked. "So, your plan was to kill whoever I didn't kill with a knife."
The tall man nodded.
"Were you going to... walk up to him, or... what?" muttered the short man with the peg leg, casting another glance across the street, and noting that it was even harder to spot the two men he was trying to kill.
"Well, I was thinking I could throw it," said the tall man.
The short man considered things for a moment. "Do you have any idea how hard that is?" he asked at last.
The tall man shrugged. "Ahh, you hear about it all the time. How difficult can it really be?"
"Extremely difficult," replied the short man.
"Sure," said the tall man with a snort.
A knife, thrown from across the street, buried itself in his shoulder. He gave a yelp and fell to the ground, writhing in pain. The short man with a peg leg watched him for a moment, leveled his crossbow, and then threw it away and began to hobble away. "Bugger this," he muttered, as he ducked down a back alley.