Among them, three held bows, their stringed weapons poised to strike. With a halt in their advance, they stopped around fifty meters from Bruce, their intent clear as they prepared to launch their arrows. The rest of the group, comprising four wielding spears and three others brandishing swords, fanned out with calculated intent.
Their armaments were fashioned from iron, imbuing their attacks with considerable potency. It was evident that despite the unfortunate lack of luck with drops, these demons were still capable opponents. But now, they faced a formidable challenge in the form of Bruce.
As the archers pulled back their bowstrings, Diane's swift response came into play. Despite not having used a bow in some time, her innate marksmanship remained sharp. Ice needles whizzed through the air, finding their marks with uncanny accuracy. The three archers were momentarily paralyzed, the icy grip of her magic rendering them momentarily immobile.
