He without wasting a moment, attacked, not wanting the thugs to even have time to react. Instantly a bow appeared in his hand, and like a divine archer with lightning speed, he fired multiple arrows.
In a single fluid motion, his fingers drew the string, not once—but three times in rapid succession, faster than the thugs could even register what was happening.
Szzz! Szzz! Szzz!
Three arrows shot out, each one aimed with terrifying precision—knees, wrists, and shoulders.
"AAAAHH!"
"Shit!"
"My arm!"
The muggers barely saw the glint of the arrows before they pierced through joints and tendons, instantly crippling three out of the four. Blood splattered onto the dirty alley floor as their weapons clattered uselessly from their hands.
The leader, who was Level 9, was slightly faster—but only slightly. He managed to raise his blade halfway, his mouth opening to shout, but before any sound could escape, Grim moved.
