"Art, that green mist needs to go! Otherwise, our attacks mean shit!" Julian yells as he narrowly avoids several green mist arrows slicing through the air toward him.
"I know that! And I agree, but how?" Arthur shouts back, leaping sideways just in time to avoid another barrage.
They have been forced into constant acrobatic maneuvers for a while now. Rolling. Jumping. Twisting midair. Barely landing before they are forced to move again.
The King does not give them even a heartbeat to counterattack.
It has pushed them entirely onto the defensive.
And it does not sit well with Arthur.
At all.
That is not the only problem.
The green mist is thickening around them at an alarming rate. It coils and shifts, swallowing visibility, distorting distance. Their sightlines are compromised. Depth becomes unreliable. Shadows move where nothing should be moving.
It is getting more and more difficult for Arthur and Julian to avoid the arrows cleanly.
