The arrow that was sure to end her life suddenly paused in midair, looking lost and confused, as if it had its own sentience. It turned around to face Tunder like a lost puppy that needed guidance from its master.
Tunder, for that matter, frowned heavily. Mentally, he had already concluded this fight, sure that this attack would have made things simple for both parties, but who – besides Dreary Traveler – knew Hera was feisty enough to pull a trick like this?
What gave him a headache was that he had no idea where she went and when she would reappear, because he had refrained from using his Lock-on skill. After all, the archer had wanted to end the battle simply and did not know she had a trick like this up her sleeve after all.
