Roman felt his breathing stagger a little. The cold snow on his hands turned his finger tips into a gentle pink colour. His neck hurts. Strays were much tougher than they looked; and with their chainmail armour, Roman stood no chance. Even if he was a tier 13 hunter.
The stray drew back its bow string and faced its mana infused arrow on Roman's head. Before it was given a chance to shoot, its head spun around and popped out of its body, causing it to drop its bow and arrow and fall to the ground.
Roman raised his head and rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes faced the skeleton then the person who saved him. Roman's lips curved as shame took over. Hunter looked at him with an unfazed expression and dashed towards the remaining strays, leaving Roman there.
Sam jumped off the tree and ran towards Roman. "Are you alright?" she inquired as she crouched next to him and placed her hands on his.
