Whoosh!
From the rooftop, two Level 12 Archers pulled their bowstrings to the absolute limit, muscles trembling under the strain.
Veins bulged along their forearms as mana surged through into their bows.
Their eyes were locked onto a single target.
The arrows vibrated violently as condensed mana gathered at their tips, warping the air around them.
"Neck-Sever Shot." One of them muttered under his breath as he released.
The bowstring snapped back with a muted twang.
Without hesitation, his partner followed.
"Armor Gap Aim."
The two arrows streaked forward, perfectly synchronized, merging into a single deadly trajectory like silent executioners released from the shadows.
They cut through the air without a sound, slicing through the wind like a hot blade through butter.
On the ground below, Thoren stood unmoving.
