Woosh!
Hex dove into the woods. The arrow struck a tree in front of where Hex landed.
The archer had imbued this one with energy. The tree burst into splinters.
If Hex control over his muscles had been slightly less, he would have been killed.
The splinters struck out but Hex ignored them. He was back on his feet.
'The archer knows his location is exposed. If I were him I would try to leave at once,' Hex quickly tried to come up with a plan to take out his ambusher.
'The archer will most likely take the less dangerous slope on the west and try to disappear into the woods. I can't allow that.'
If the attacker reached the woods he would get away. There was no way Hex would be able to know who it was.
The trees in the woods made running in a straight line impossible but once again the advantage of strength control became apparent.
