A/N: Extra chapter sent just this morning by Lotuslin ~ xoxoxoxoxooxoxo!!
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Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in front of him, followed by Belize's hand gripping on something, a bit of blood dripping on the floor.
They realized that Belize had caught an arrow. Even if Fargo had managed to lean back a bit by virtue of his instinct, he saw that the arrowhead only missed his head by an inch.
The adrenaline shook them all and they didn't move for a few moments in shock. Although it was just an arrow, it had a special aura about it.
Their fighter's instinct told them it was dangerous.
As if that one shot could've really been lethal.
No one noticed how Belize's hands shook and bled and they looked up to find the shooter, not expecting to see a beautiful woman on top of a roof, her hands on a glittering bow and arrow.
