With his resolve hardened, Leon charged forward, intent on ending the confrontation. His movements were quick and purposeful, every muscle tuned to the lethal dance of combat. But just as he was about to strike a final blow, his sharp instincts caught the faint whisper of another threat slicing through the air towards him—an arrow aimed precisely at his neck.
Reacting with instinctive speed, Leon twisted his body to the side, dodging the arrow with mere inches to spare. He watched as the missile whizzed past him and embedded itself with a thud into a tree trunk nearby. The sudden appearance of the arrow was a stark reminder that he might not be the only predator, or the only threat, in this dense forest. Someone, or something, was watching and had chosen this moment of distraction to strike at him.
