As soon as he emerged from the darkness, keeping the black-and-white, checkered wall of the cafe behind him, he awaited his opponent to arrive. Of course, knowing the hunter, he would be tracked down within an instant.
However, expecting a direct assault, he instead listened to a particular hiss in the wind, seeming to grow louder and closer.
'Hold on–' He realized.
As the noise became louder, he quickly flipped over the round table beside him, ducking behind it with his shoulder pressed against its underside. It was just in time as the walls were pierced through by a storm of projectiles.
From his cover, he watched emerald arrows decimate the right-side wall, obliterating the counter and everything in their path. It sounded like cannonfire as the grand shots moved with such intense force that the windows of the shop were shattered as a side-effect.
