Hiro ignored the animals, they were just a distraction to him. Moving over to the rock, he stood where the pavement shattered, taking in the area, and taking in the rain.
He looked around, sitting crisscross, taking some rocks out of his pouch. If she can fire here, he can use Hawk Eyes to see where it came from. Preparing himself mentally, he spoke aloud. âHere.â If she makes up this world, then this whisper should be enough, he feels. He prepared for an attack, rocks in hand.
The attack does not come for more than a minute after Hiro speaks. The rain beats down agonizingly slowly as the seconds tick by. Then, far away in the forest, there is a howl. At the same instant as the sound reaches his ears, three arrows fly from the dilapidated building across the street, fired in quick succussion. One is aimed for his heart, the other two are aimed a pace left and right of his current position. The thrum of the bowstring can be heard clearly, even from this distance.
There is a flurry of motion from the broken window where sheâs been lurking, and the hunter is descending the side of the building impossibly quickly. The darkness around them is concentrating and building on itself, and the storm is intensifying.
Well three arrows complicates things, but is nothing his plan couldnât handle. He fully deactivated Recognition Inhibition, if he left it on, it wouldnât be as effective now that heâs drawn attention to himself. His Hawk Eyes activated due to his life being in mortal danger, giving him enough time to take out his bow, which still had an arrow sitting in it, leaping into the air, and aiming down. He readied himself, and just to be safe, said the arts name. âBow Art - Gust of Wind.â He used the gust of wind to start launching him up further, just after he did it though, with just as much timing, he threw his rocks. âBomb!â After a few seconds, they exploded a good distance away, but the force of the wind carried him up further. Considering the timing on each action, this is not the first time he has done something like this.
He started looking around, floating in the air, just about to come down. He used his time being acquainted with the high ground to try and get a good eye on her location. Quietly, he cursed having to use Hawk Eyes, that de-powered gust of wind so he did not get as high as he wanted, he debated drinking a Magic Potion, but now was not the time. He would have to drink it before using Recognition Inhibition next, though.
Picking out her movement from her decent, he used another chunk of his magic to aim a proper [Bomb] spell behind him, to launch himself forwards, bow at the ready. Instead of aiming for her person, he tried to hit the limb, to weaken the durability, and ruin her ability to shoot using that bow at least. He wasnât sure if she had another one, or if it was more durable than he thought, but it was worth a shot. He had an Enchanted Glass arrow in his nock and rest, just to be safe. If he was gonna miss the limb, at least whatever he would hit would be hit with a magical brick.
He just had to be ready to catch something, or fetch an arrow with a rope on it.
Well, funnily enough, thatâs when the memories stop.Â
Darkness is all that exists for the next long while, spreading through the scenes like a spiderâs web, pulsating in time to his heartbeat.
When he comes to, his surroundings are completely different.
The figure, whoever they were, is gone. Heâs alone, standing in front of an apartment complex thatâs slightly less delapadated than everything around it. The rain is still coming down in buckets.
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