"Huf…."
Letting out a long breath, Wilbers emptied his lungs.
And then, feeling the familiar surge of energy from his skill, tightened his grip on his sword.
The air around him shimmered as his mana concentrated, ready to propel him forward with devastating speed and power.
Blade Charge.
Astron, noticing the subtle shift in Wilfred's stance and the gathering of mana, swiftly drew another arrow from his quiver. With a practiced motion, he nocked the arrow and aimed, his eyes narrowing as he noticed that his enemy was charging for his skill.
SWOOSH!
The arrow flew straight and true, aimed directly at Wilfred's chest.
However, Wilfred had anticipated this move. He had faced enough archers to know their tactics, and he was well aware of this particular vulnerability in his skill's activation.
'Not this time.'
