Suddenly, a sharp arrow sliced through the air and shot towards me. I quickly turned my head to the left as the arrow shot past me with a centimeter.
"So close," I muttered and turned to the direction where the arrow came from. I spotted the enemy archer, perched behind a rock formation, readied a second arrow coated in magic.
Without hesitation, I struck down his second arrow mid-flight with my dagger, redirecting its path harmlessly away.
The archer frowned, clearly frustrated. He didn't want to engage in a direct confrontation. "Koshka! Handle their monkey hanging in the trees!" he barked at a teammate behind him.
I scoffed at the comment. Was this guy really trying to insult me?
The archer redirected his focus and aimed his bow in another direction, this time focusing where Ezekiel and Alena were charging in.
I also glanced over just in time to see an awkward scene. Immediately, I felt like I could hear a clear background music of the beginning of starting a war.
