Before the boy could release his arrow…
Nina's wrist flicked sharply, and the third revolver in her hand spun out into the air, cutting through the space between them like a thrown Kunai.
The gun rotated midair, fast and controlled, the metal catching a flash of light as it turned.
The boy reacted immediately.
He stepped to the side, his body shifting right with quick precision, his eyes still locked forward even without directly tracking the weapon.
At the same time…He released his arrow.
The string snapped, vibrating as the arrow shot forward, but when his gaze followed through…
Nina was no longer there.
For a brief second…
The space where she stood felt empty.
The boy didn't panic, instead his body tightened and his ears quickly picked up movement.
Left.
He turned sharply and there she was.
Nina caught the spinning revolver cleanly in her hand while, at the same time, she had already thrown another one upward.
