Ivana Bennett's laugh was so calm, so confident, that even Lucas Walker had to doubt his instincts.
Unconsciously, Lucas lowered his face and glanced at the pistol in his hand.
In a duel between masters, a sliver of difference could mean a world apart.
Ivana had been waiting for this moment.
Taking advantage of Lucas' momentary distraction on his pistol, she released the bowstring the instant her words finished.
Whiz!
The arrow soared out, aiming for Lucas's chest.
Upon hearing the sound of the arrow, Lucas realized the trap he had fallen into, quickly sidestepped, and fired his gun in response.
However, by the time he realized it, it was already too late.
Across from him, Ivana's arrow had already been shot.
Between them was a mere two meters, nowhere near enough distance to dodge. Lucas barely managed to avoid a fatal hit to his chest, but the arrow still found its mark.
With a soft sound, the sharp tip of the arrow sunk into his left arm.
