“…Archer.”

She can’t react quickly enough.

She can only scream and fall on her knees as the backside of her body is turned into a pincushion.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

As if chastising her for her language, the building overburdened by railgun bullets and arrows the size of human arms decides it is a good time to collapse. The following seconds are an indecipherable confusion of sound and dust, and the only thing Maria can make out of the whole mess is the arrows disappearing for some reason and a lurching pull that takes control of her body.

Day 1 Evening 04 - First Engagement at Errázuriz Avenue (VS Rider)