The arrow hit clean.
Right between the eyes of the leading goblin on the right side. Its head snapped back and it dropped without a sound, legs folding underneath it.
The ones behind it stumbled over the body and broke their momentum for half a second.
Thud!!
Kkrrccckkk!!
Noah was already nocking the next arrow.
He picked his targets methodically. Not the ones Damien was already cutting through. The ones coming from the sides. The ones angling around the edges of the fight, trying to find the gaps. He tracked their movement, adjusted, and released.
Second arrow, third arrow and then Fourth.
Each one wrapped in that thin layer of blue mana light, each one finding a target.
Without changing its trajectory nor wavering in air.
He wasn't thinking about it consciously anymore. His eyes found the threat, his hands responded, the mana followed. It was starting to feel like one connected motion rather than three separate ones.
