The difference between taking a life from a distance and with a blade were to starkly different feelings.
With an arrow or a gun, one didn't need to feel the life drain away, the coppery smell pf blood, and the anguish and terror the dying would feel were also gone. That way, one wouldn't have to feel the guilt of having being the cause for the end of a life, of a story.
This way, it felt more surreal, like a sport...
'Why do I think of these things at times like this?' Cain thought to himself as he let another arrow go.
The battle hadn't even gone on for ten whole minutes, and yet the sand was already oversaturated with blood.
Steve pointed his staff forward and a magic circle appeared on the gem embedded on it.
A ball of smoldering flames shot out like a projectile from a catapult, hitting an Aether creature in the chest and felling it in a single blow.
