Aaagh the man collectively released warcry overflowing with rage, in a crippling panic Azario attempted to run away. He turned around and tried to push through the wall but it wouldn't budge. He began throwing a furious combination of straight punches at the wall.
*Bang*
*Bang*
*Bang*
but nothing happened his fists felt like they were crashing against an immovable object but oddly enough it did not damage his fists, sensing the looming oblivion Azario turned around seeing that the men had made around 25 yards frantically grasping for an arrow he pulled one out flipping another arrow out in his panic he's strung the arrow, Overcompensating by bringing the bow back and then he pulled it back using both arms like his life depended on it. Despite seeing him draw the arrow the men seemed dead set in charging straight at him.
Azario aimed at the fastest of them who was slightly ahead of the rest.
*Woosh*
*Thunk*
Agh! He screamed cradling his abdomen which had an arrow sticking out of it. Stopping him in his tracks
Fueled by the desire to live azaria grasped another arrow drawing it in the same disjointed way Not even aiming because of the terror.
*Woosh*
*Thunk*
it fortunately managed to find its mark Hitting one of the men who was lagging behind and his left shoulder.
They were 10 yards away.
The building fear caused azaria to move around faster But that made him fumble around with the arrow more pulling it back he quickly let loose
*Woosh*
*Thunk*
The arrow penetrated the new leftmost guy of the men, Azaria able to see his face widen with distress.
He quickly drew an arrow.
*Woosh*
It missed.
Causing a surge of fear Azaria scrambled for another arrow drawing it He paused for a moment and then attempt to stabilize his violent shaking Then released the string.
*Woosh*
*Thunk*
"Agh!" The right man screamed the arrow mercilessly penetrating through his right cheek.
The man on his right barged past him Sprinting 5 yards away from Azario his panic and fear had reached unsurmountable heights but he bought them focusing every iota of yours party in drawing the arrow
"You *******! ",The man screamed making Azario's eardrums iradiate pain as the man was right before him Azario quickly aimed the Arab at the man's head and released it.
*Thunk*
Blood splattered on Azario's face causing him to flinch while the man released a blood curdling scream, Azario quickly wiped the blood with his free hand seeing that the man lay before him by his feet rolling around. Zari began to breathe a sigh of relief but his breath was caught in his throat as he saw that the man you have to shorten this cheek had begun advancing on him again What a concerning speed, so Azario drew back his arrow and because he had ample time He drew the arrow properly with his back straight and his left arm straight and not too much so right, he aimed it for a moment, Little higher than usual then release the arrow
*Woosh Thunk*
The man's head flung back as from his head now protruded an arrow his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell to the ground lifelessly.
Azario scanned around to see if any of the men would keep coming. But as if an answer to his query the relieving hologram of Emily woods appeared.
"Now the final Test will commence"
Azario's body tensed in response
"The final Test will be to evade this army for two minutes"
Hundreds, maybe thousands of fully armed Roman looking soldiers appeared in front of him.
"Wait what Azario said blankly
"ohh, and to reassure you like last time, you won't be dying but pain will still be felt"
"No way this has to be a joke", Azario expressed incredulously
"Good luck, and I can't wait to see you in person-well actually interact with you"
"You've got to be ******* kidding me!", Azario shouted
"Your test starts"
"Wait no", Azario pleaded
"Now!", Emily woods exclaimed
"Noooo-"