Novel & Cerita Archer Vs Gilgamesh

I was pushed back and landed on my feet. Instead of waiting to catch my breath like he seemed to expect me to do, I shot forward again, this time sliding slog the ground. I made a swipe towards his feet. He jumped up into the air and tried to shoot an at my chest. I rolled away just as the arrow was shot. He landed a few feet away from me, panting hard. Archers don't normally have to move around as much as they are not normally used for one-on-one battles. Seems as though he's close to reaching his limit.

Or so he thought. While the reason I chose archery was that I was inspired by the various video games. Every time playing fantasy adventure games, I used to select an archer character. Because I thought it was very cool. The second reason was my new body. Now I am no longer a human being but Haier-Elvian. A race that had super-sharp hearing and vision. With these privileges, becoming an archer was suitable for me. "Hey!" said Dimas. "What?" "We won't hunt for too long. Just find one game, then go home."

Archie stepped in front of the general and spun the sword. “Buffoon…” Dylan said, looking at Archie. Finally, Archie ran up to his opponent and started attacking him with the sword. The general dodged and recoiled, then he began to counterattack Archie without letting him breathe. "He's good," Dylan appraised the fight, all excited. Suddenly the general's sword went flying and Archie pointed the sword at his neck. "Looks like I won," Archie said, all firm. The general burst out laughing and removed his helmet. "Father!" said Dylan, seeing the general's true face.

Abraham was shook, and blood sputtered from his lower lip. He looked at Kabir with widened eyes who had his arms surrendered showing a ring in his middle finger which had caused bursting of Abraham's lip. "You kept punching me. You should have known this was coming." He pointed to his split lip. Abraham spat blood again and then walked inside the washroom. *** Minahil was looking at Arya with a disgusted face who was bitterly crying. "Stop this melodrama, Arya, for God's sake," she whisper yelled. Arya cried even more bitterly. "You are so heartless, Minahil. I'm going out of my country, my home."

But because he didn’t because he quickly ran to the water to drink and bath after experience a thirsty period, he forgot to look at the map. He began prepping them; you could hear his breathing deeply, because every time he says a word, he throws a spare at the rushing green goblin. After a while, the orange goblin started coming at them from nearby trees and bushes. He ordered the archers amongst the warriors, to bring out their arrows. While the rest use spears on the goblins that are getting close to them, the archers use the arrows on the goblins charging from far. The only aim at the orange goblin Dike instructed the archers and told the spearmen to concentrate on the green goblins.

CHAPTER TWO: The Dragon Slayer Three days later... Archer is up for another hunting game. He traveled on the western part of Gaedrillon to the dangerous woods of Grilux. He certainly doesn't wish to pass through the heart of Grilux, the castle but destiny had brought him there. After days of traveling, he finally reached the center capital of Grilux which he once visited, and accidentally made a vow he never wanted to take responsibility. Curiosity ate him when he came across the main road only to find burned houses, dead people and knights from Waecomor disposing dead bodies. He knows what kind of hell Grilux had been through hence, he has to rush to the castle and find his mate, the Prince

Gideon had dismounted and was fighting with a short axe in each hand, his silence a terrifying contrast to the efficiency of his strikes. The archers in the trees were the real threat. Another arrow whistled past Natasha's ear, close enough to feel the wind of its passage. She tracked its trajectory, spotted the bowman crouched on a rocky outcropping twenty yards up the slope. "Gideon! The archer!" Gideon's gaze followed hers. He was moving before she finished speaking, axes left buried in a downed attacker's chest, his wolf bleeding through his eyes as he scaled the slope with inhuman speed.

'' Yes , take him '' he permitted . '' Let's go '' she said . They went into the valley where they train Archery . Manyelves were training there . Arriving there Arthur said '' hey is this called Arhery ?'' . '' YES , but it's quite different from the one you must have seen in the human the arrows they use is enhanced with magic '' Lisa replied . Suddenly , one arrow came and passed by his face . He fell down . '' Hey , are you okay ?'' Stella and Lisa both asked . '' Sorry , were you hurt ?'' came one boy running towards them . '' Hey , what is a human doing here ?'' he asked frowing .

This was not the way he imagined. Eleand clasped his weapon. He needed to hit her. But the way she budged, it was impossible. This was a fight between a human versus a descendant of the goddess of winter. And probably his last moment of being alive. A shiver ran to his spine when he realized how he was at a disadvantage. But he did not let himself feel discouraged. He was unbothered by the cold surroundings; he must not lose focus. He tightened his grip on his bow. He was the best in archery. Now was the time to prove it.

As his eyes landed on the two, he was not surprised to see it was Jesu's two sons. Signaling again, the horn blew once more, and the archers drew back their arrows. He watched as the younger of Jesu's sons struggled to hold his bow steady, and Liam knew he would be short of his target. The eldest brother however, was firm and unwavering. At the horns signal, they all fired once more, and only the red ribboned arrow buried itself in the center of the target. The archers drew and fired once more, and the results were the same. Only one arrow had made it to the final target. Seth had won the contest.