A black bow manifested within the hand of the woman concealing her visage with a mask, and within the span of an eye blink, she succeeded in loosing five arrows. Every single one struck Mel's vessel devoid of exception, yet merely three managed to breach his flesh and draw his blood.
Two targeted his legs, two his arm, and the final one his head, and Mel evaded them all by sustaining merely minor grazes. Deploying the power surging from his right foot, the Heir launched himself forward; confronting an enemy orchestrating a ranged assault, he harbored zero intentions of waiting anchored to his location.
Yet his opponent had anticipated this possibility; deploying the transparent wings the dimension of a hand span that manifested upon the flanks of her leather boots, she succeeded in preserving the distance. She retrieved novel arrows from her quiver and persisted in loosing them unceasingly even while in motion.
