The commander narrowed his eyes. "You're using magic?"
Krivex didn't answer. Instead, he raised his bow again, the faint hum of wind echoing with each drawn arrow.
Three arrows flew.
The commander smirked, twisting his body aside. "Too slow!" he said as the arrows zipped past harmlessly.
But then…
Whish.
The wind howled again.
The arrows that had missed suddenly curved midair, bending around him like guided blades. His smirk vanished, eyes widening as the first pierced his shoulder, then another two struck his back.
He staggered forward, disbelief written on his face.
'How…? I clearly avoided them…'
The commander's knees buckled, but he still managed to raise his bow.
He released another arrow, and Krivex answered with one of his own. Both projectiles sliced through the air, meeting in the middle with a sharp crack before veering off.
