SWOOSH!
The attack struck Karon square in the chest, forcing him back two steps. Blood sprayed from the fresh wound, a crimson line stretching across his torso.
But it wasn't enough. The strike only managed to cut through the surface of his thick skin and tendons, leaving his internal organs unharmed.
The werewolf's ambush was a failure. He had intended to cut off the group, to stop all twelve riders in one fell swoop.
The five pack horses, sensing the danger, broke into a full sprint, their hooves pounding the earth as they pushed their limits.
Behind them, arrows from [Hit] rained down on the pursuing pack. Each arrow struck true, delaying the werewolves' advance.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In rapid succession, seven or eight werewolves fell, their bodies crumpling mid-run. But even as he fired, [Hit] began to falter, his breathing growing labored. His continuous use of talent was draining him fast.
