Frost stood with his glaive in hand surrounded by four men, each with angry expressions. After the leader let loose his order the human archer acted first launching one of his iron headed arrows at Frost's chest. They already decided to kill Frost, less hassle that way. Even if Frost didn't mock their leader his end would have been the same well it may have been less painful.
Swoosh! The arrow flew through the air with great speed and accuracy. The archer's three colleagues smiled with pride at the sight. A beautiful shot. But their smiles quickly evaporated.
Ding! The arrow reached Frost's chest but not before his ice chakra had a chance to encase the area. The arrow simply broke off a few shards nothing more. Frost turned around towards the archer and eyed him with disdain. Taka was far better than this whelp. His arrows could at least force him to groan in pain even with his chakra armour, but this guy didn't even reach the bottom layer of his armour.
