Theron's smile felt like the grin of a nightmare demon to Lenwu. The speed of his draw and fire was one of his greatest prides. He had always been a Flux Mancer that focused heavily on speed, and much of that speed wasn't just placed into dodging and evading, but also the pace at which his hands moved.
The drawback to that was that his bows didn't have great power. But he had always made up for that with bows of high Grade and Resonance, and arrows as well. By doing that, his weapons could compensate for his weakness and he could continue firing at mind-numbing speeds even against enemies in the King Realm.
Yet, all of a sudden, his pride had become nothing more than a joke.
Theron reached a hand forward and his fingers slipped into one of his bubbles of water. There was a shift and sparkle as he grabbed the arrow, pulling it out and observing it for a moment.
