Both men fell but the martial artist was able to kick himself away and land. A hand immediately grabbed the arrow. Pulling it out wasn't possible, unfortunately. The archer landed gracefully, another arrow already nocked and ready. Twang! Dasha ran forward, deflecting the annoying arrows with his gauntlets, and smacking Light-Shadow Archer's helmet with his black-electrified palm again.
Light bursting from the soles, the archer leapt up into the air. Dasha had already gripped his skull and proceeded to smack the back of his neck with his free hand repeatedly. The Light-Shadow Archer was no longer the master of the air—Dasha was. Using the earlier momentum, he dragged the archer with him across the room, soaring. Slam! The archer was buried into the wall. Slam! His hand met his helmet again before the archer could fall from the wall.
Thunder Clap Palm! Thunder Clap Palm!
