"Oh. Now you admit they might hurt," Indy sneers, not unkindly, "when we're under immediate threat from them."
He glances uneasily between the rapidly closing infantry and Moon's efforts to call up an exit. It doesn't look good. The soldiers are running now, and arrows have started to rain down.
"C'mon! Move it!"
Perhaps the oddest aspect of this scene is the fact that the knights, who are simply reacting to what has been deemed as an attack on their castle, are all smiling brightly, even as they prepare to put the human tourists to death.
Indy's had enough of it all. The arrow that jabs into his butt is the final straw. With a grunt, he stoops and picks up the decapitated head of a train crash passenger (a blonde construction worker). He takes two steps of run up, then powerfully bowls the head across the bumpy terrain, aiming for the lead infantry men.
The resulting skittle effect is pretty comical. Soldiers tumble left and right, and others in the force start tripping over in the chaos.
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He glances uneasily between the rapidly closing infantry and Moon's efforts to call up an exit. It doesn't look good. The soldiers are running now, and arrows have started to rain down.
"C'mon! Move it!"
Perhaps the oddest aspect of this scene is the fact that the knights, who are simply reacting to what has been deemed as an attack on their castle, are all smiling brightly, even as they prepare to put the human tourists to death.
Indy's had enough of it all. The arrow that jabs into his butt is the final straw. With a grunt, he stoops and picks up the decapitated head of a train crash passenger (a blonde construction worker). He takes two steps of run up, then powerfully bowls the head across the bumpy terrain, aiming for the lead infantry men.
The resulting skittle effect is pretty comical. Soldiers tumble left and right, and others in the force start tripping over in the chaos.
"Steeeee-rike!" Indy hollers triumphantly.