The tragedy or what might have happened ...

A man is fleeing up a mountainside, his pursuers hard on his heels.

He flinches. A flint arrowhead had just pierced his left shoulderblade and penetrated deeply into the flesh.

He pauses as the pain hits him, his every movement a torment. He reaches back with his right hand and in a single jerk pulls the arrow out. The shaft snaps off, leaving the arrowhead imbedded in his shoulder.

Exhausted, the man reaches a hollow in the rocks high up on the mountain.
Weakened by the heavy loss of blood, his left arm paralysed by now, he sinks down on a bare patch of rock...