Splat!!
Fresh, warm blood fell to the ground as Tristan's shoulder was pierced by an arrow that carried tremendous force. He was kind of surprised that those elves were really not playing around.
Were they trying to kill off their best warrior here?
Tristan could clearly perceive the volley of arrows that were raining down on him and the other two. He could also somehow tell that both Elyon and Alanis had begun to slow down as they got closer to the finish line.
Well, it was to be expected as there was no way those elven archers made this last course easy to pass through.
Returning his attention to his own situation, Tristan was trying his best to predict the incoming arrows. Alas, they were simply too fast and too many for the current him to handle.
Splat! Another arrow successfully carved a place on his body.
'Dammit!' Tristan cursed as his body paused because of the sudden pain.
