The beautiful and serene mirror lake was only given a brief glance to assess dangers before the two fighters refocused on themselves.
Once again, luck was on their side as they had scored in a quiet environment.
After Percival's heavy slam attack, Abigail concluded that her arrows were useless in this situation. An archer's best playing ground was a location with lots of obstacles to hide behind and shoot.
In such an open and bright space, her arrows would be seen every time she fired. A moment of silence settled between the fighters as Percival straightened himself and stared at Abigail with the same smug grin he had used earlier.
'At this rate, I'll achieve nothing before I am eliminated.' Despite knowing that her chances were slim, she wished to leave something remarkable behind. Something to show she wasn't just an archer.
With gritted teeth, she made her decision to put everything in going all out—fast and domineering.
