Rincewind saw the blond young man get hit and ran over to help.
"As far as I can tell, no one but gods would have the cockamamie idea to send winged tiny fat men around shooting arrows at people. Except maybe for wizards, but since I didn't have the idea, I assume other wizards wouldn't. We're far too busy eating and not killing each other."
Running towards the young man, he tripped over his own feet and fell into him. When he pulled away, the arrow had stuck in his bicep.
"I hope that's not a bad thing," Rincewind said. And then, woozy, he leaned against the young man.
"There's something funny about this whole situation."