To waste time was not in Dasha's world. Kill, kill, kill. That was his focus. Pulling the Replica Gáe Bulg from Asa's throat, her red helmet clattering to the floor, Dasha made a mad dash for the Light-Shadow Archer. It was one-on-one.
With a whisper and flick of his wrist, the Light-Shadow Archer nocked three arrows and released them. Physics deemed the arrows strike his gauntlets. That did not occur. A tiny spark of light hit the end of the arrow. One arrow went up, another below, and the last was misdirected toward his midsection.
'Counterflow Stance.'
Time slowed. He was able to see it and comprehend it.
For the second time, there was a spark and the arrows below and above were redirected, one for his head and one for his knee.
