I need input for chapter 1 in my story?

The Quakzic never fell. It flew endlessly, its luminescent body a faint glimmer in the dark. It seemed to fly no matter how many times he shot it, even as its body was impaled, the feathers of his arrows poking through the Quakzic’s bubble-like body. He knew something wasn’t right. The Quakzic should have fallen to the Earth after the first few arrows, yet here it was looking as if it was alive and well swimming through the air. Then the warmth came, warmth that by all means should not be there in the middle of the night. Then as it became ever more annoying, and as darkness seemed to cover the forest, he awoke.