´´ I can't believe that worked. ´´ With a surprised expression on his face Desmond watched the strange entity emerge from the cave before being easily knocked down by the arrow that came out of his bow. . . or so he thought.
In an instant, a blast of dark miasma shot like a spear into Desmond's face, who was caught off guard and barely had enough time to evade the shot by a couple of millimeters.
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Desmond's forehead when he realized how close he had come to die, if it had been just a little slower he would have a shattered skull from that attack; not daring to have another oversight like that Desmond immediately entered Full-Drive at the same time that he readied another arrow in his bow.
