[ Lung shot. It had been his stupid mistake of not taking into account that the one necromancer they had tracked down would have been carrying a crossbow. It was also just his fatally bad luck that the man had a dead eye for picking targets at a distance. There was little that could be done after the steely point of that cross bolt wormed its way between the space in his ribs, not even after the necromancer had been down for good.
When the dust settled and Sabriel came out of Death, Amon felt every ounce of his strength drain out of him through the hole in his side. He felt the cold chill of the water in his hands as it failed to counteract the injury as it, along with the rest of him, fell to ground in a heap. He had just managed to preserve enough of his dignity to push himself back up on his knees as the Abhorsen came into view. ]
2 -- because I hate us, apparently
When the dust settled and Sabriel came out of Death, Amon felt every ounce of his strength drain out of him through the hole in his side. He felt the cold chill of the water in his hands as it failed to counteract the injury as it, along with the rest of him, fell to ground in a heap. He had just managed to preserve enough of his dignity to push himself back up on his knees as the Abhorsen came into view. ]
Ah; you're alright.