"The one you shoot, is me"

The coughing man propelled himself into the air using a stone pillar as a platform. The magical beast's wings unfurled and she let out a grating screech. The fired arrows disregarded everything and rushed at the man. Out of recklessness more than calculation, he wove through the countless number of arrows by reading their trajectory. His only options had been to receive the arrows or close the gap. He had chosen the latter.

A leap - kicking off a stone pillar once again, he nimbly changed his trajectory.

An arrow he failed to dodge pierced the top of his shoulder.

But pain and injury no longer held any meaning to the man. He would slay the monstrous beast.

- Vol 5