What came at me was a veritable wall of arrows as high as the ceiling was tall, these thousands of arrows were fired at me… and I could only ready my sword.

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Oh my god. Just… oh my god… How the hell did Uryu have the necessary power to fire that many arrows? How was he able to muster the level of strength necessary to blast a tidal wave of death in my general direction? Did it really matter?

I reached around myself, not unraveling the work apron that covered my front but tearing the straps. The power of the Rider soared into the cloth as it wrapped around my body, turning it to blackened leather and flaming steel. In seconds, the first wave of power hit me.

The makeshift shield shook with incredible force as I felt the soles of my feet drag against the floor of the training area. Before I could poke my head out to look, another wave of force crashed into me… And another struck right after.

When waves of force did little but push me back several inches, Uryu started peppering my shield with all that he could. Arrow after arrow after arrow – in the shadow of my barely functioning dome, I weathered a storm of death, a hail of incoming fire that would turn night into day with its prevalence…