I sighed and checked my condition.
Besides minor scratches from previous fights, I didn't have any specific injuries.
"I pulled it off," I muttered. "Now, time for more kills."
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed in my direction, and I barely dodged it.
'Who the fuck?'
I spun around, eyes wide and breath catching in my throat.
In the dim light of the archery center, a figure stood at the far end, bow drawn and aimed straight at me.
She was standing in a dark corner of the center, making it hard for me to identify who she really was. I couldn't even tell if she was male or female.
The archer was cloaked in black clothing.
I couldn't make out what she was wearing because her clothes blended into the shadows, making it hard to see any details.
"Hold your fire!" I shouted, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm not one of them!"
The figure hesitated, lowering the bow slightly but keeping it trained on me.
