Arisha nocked an arrow and drew back smoothly, her golden eyes locking onto Michael as he moved around Ryan.
"I'll help you, Ryan," she said quietly.
Her eyes began to glow.
Hunter Eyes. Her ability. It sharpened her vision far beyond normal range, letting her track fast targets and calculate the exact path an arrow needed to travel to reach them. Even through movement, through chaos.
She tracked Michael, following his footwork, waiting for the moment his pattern gave her a clean window.
Then the air changed behind her.
A pressure, something like displacement. Something was moving in fast from behind her, close enough that her instinct registered it.
She spun around immediately.
Travis was already on top of her.
His sword burned with pure dense mana from crossguard to tip, the light coming off it almost too bright to look at directly. His expression was completely different from his usual easy manner– he was focused.
He was faster than she had expected.
