In the moment Howard accelerated, his body didn't move forward but veered to the side instead.
Several blurred shadows flashed from the edge of his vision, without a sound of breaking air, only a faint thud was heard.
Observing the several small holes that now punctuated the ground, Howard was drenched in a cold sweat.
It was instinct that saved him in the nick of time.
Had he not changed direction just then, it wouldn't have been the ground that was pierced but his own body.
Although he hadn't seen clearly what it was, Howard had no desire whatsoever to have his body penetrated by foreign objects.
Where had the attack come from?
After dodging the first attack, Howard immediately sought cover behind some bushes.
Though the foliage couldn't serve as a barrier, it at least might obscure the attacker's line of sight.
If he could just find a moment to breathe, Howard knew he could find an opportunity to counterattack.
