"Defeat me in a duel, and I might tell you what I did to Jacobe," Michael snickered. Thilve and Tazkin froze when they felt the stillness in the air. Something was about to go down, and they felt it in every fiber of their being.
Michael swayed to the side and bent his back as he heard the twang of a bow string. An arrow flew above Michael's head and struck the tree behind him. Michael looked up to see the black panther on the tree branch. In a blink of an eye, the black panther managed to leap onto the branch, getting a higher ground to attack Michael with his bow. The black panther nimble jumped to another branch. Then he descended to a lower branch and swung himself to another tree. His movements were graceful. So Michael could tell he had years of training. Michael drew his sword and deflected the arrows without breaking a sweat. Seeing the arrows causing no harm to him, the black panther rolled down from the tree and dashed at Michael.
