The instant he saw that his teammate was dead, Azrael moved. Staying in one place with an archer gazing at him was a death sentence.
Tensing his legs to the limit, he dashed forwards, gaze locked on the woman readying her next strike.
He was at a severe disadvantage. High on the mountains, with nothing to use as cover to shield from her arrows. Even worse, his movement speed was severely impacted, having to run upwards while the woman had a perfect view of his figure.
'How did her projectile move so fast? Does it teleport rather than fly? Is that what Chunk was trying to warn me about?'
Numerous questions flowed through his mind. But he kept his cool, sprinting upwards.
'She will be able to fire at least two more times before I can reach her. Not to mention, I don't know where her teammate is.'
His thoughts were interrupted as the woman let go of the string.
