The targets came at her relentlessly, a never-ending wave of enchanted statues. But she moved like a tempest, ducking, leaping, and rolling between trees, each arrow she fired adding another tally to her invisible count.
And this time around, Dimitri watched in silence. There was no mockery now. No taunting. No progress count.
Just his quiet, unblinking gaze.
'I refuse to die like a dog on this battlefield.' Sorayah thought to herself with a determined expression.
Another arrow cut through the air all while she spun immediately, twisted mid-air with the grace of a dancer and the fury of a storm, and fired before her boots even kissed the ground. The arrow sang, striking true and took out three targets in a single, fluid shot.
