He has, theoretically, spent time learning how to track arrows. The law of funny simply wins out. Or, perhaps, he's too piqued to quite make note of where they're all coming from just yet.

Especially with that last shot -- a clean shot through his left sleeve, securely embedded in the tree trunk. Not only does his not-assassin have actual skill, but apparently also a sense of humor.

(You know what else he misses? Chainmail.)

He pulls his sleeve free without much care, tearing it more in the process, and then...actually starts to move in Daryl's direction.

"You can't hide forever."