The Sun God incarnation had pulled out three arrows from his quiver and nocked them on his bow, Sol was sweating all over as he knew there is no way for the arrow to miss.
The God himself was a remarkable marksman, even with normal arrow and bow, he would hit his target with precision even if he shot three arrows at once.
The one made him hopeless was the arrows themselves, it could seek him no matter what, dodging was useless against them as they would follow him.
Sol sweated as he needed to think of a solution to stop all three arrows before the God's incarnation let the arrow loose after him, luckily the man was not in a hurry to do that, he was still pulling the bow slowly as he did not think much of Sol.
"Damn it!" Sol could not think anything efficient enough to survive the arrow, "Fuck it! at least I need to survive this first!" he cursed as he decided to use a costly method to survive.
