The arrow, as it soar up in the sky, was getting harder for Fritz to tell where it was exactly at. Well, he calculated where and when it would land. As he let go of the first arrow to take off the sky, he quickly put the second arrow in the bow and directly aimed where Newt was standing. It was still unknown for Fritz if his arrows will hit Yna with his current precision on the bow. His prediction might be wrong. Anything could happen.
Attentively, when Newt informed him that Yna was moving towards him, the hero boy Fritz began striding on the dry path towards his friend. He raised his head, looking up, finding where the first arrow was.
'Alright. My plan is still going smoothly.'
Accordingly, Newt moved where Fritz wanted him to place himself. In accordance with the plan, as Fritz had reckoned, Yna, with her dreadful look on her face, was sprinting loweringly towards Newt with the intent of inflicting despair upon the kid.
