" Sigrud turns to the groaning man trapped under the remains of the chandelier.
"No," says Shara.
He turns to look at her. His one eye is alight with a cold rage.
"We need one alive."
"They shot me," he says, and holds up a bleeding palm. "With an arrow."
"We need one alive, Sigrud."
"They shot me," he says again, incensed, "with an arrow. "

― Robert Jackson Bennett , City of Stairs (The Divine Cities, #1)