Behind him.
He fired without turning. The arrow suddenly curved midshot bending unnaturally as the wind dragged it off towards the furthest corner of the ground.
The quiet darkness reacted.
Atheline nocked another arrow and followed it behind the other one.
A hand shot out of the darkness and caught the flying arrow but before she could talk three more consecutive arrows had already reached her.
Shadows raised from the ground, catching each arrow.
A kick cut through the shadows forcing her to lean back. Atheline's foot narrowly missed her neck. She twisted mid-lean and kicked back.
Her foot met flesh. Atheline was thrown across the room but he rolled in the air and barely managed to land, his wind providing a cushion for his landing.
He held his stomach as pain shot through his body, swallowing the blood that had pooled in his mouth, and smiled at her.
