Archer Vs Gilgamesh Novels & Stories

Alaric easily evaded their attacks without killing them, wanting to keep to his words and let Asher have his fun. With the men firing bullets made with wolfbane, Asher had to be extra careful not to get shot; after all, he was still a wolf, and the bullet would definitely weaken him. As he was fighting, Alaric suddenly appeared in front of him, and he looked in shock to see that Alaric had caught a flying arrow. “Careful,” Alaric said, “this has the poison that was used that day.” “Thanks,” Asher said before taking the arrow from him and flinging it to the man who shot it, giving him a headshot. He turned then and punched the man behind him, breaking his head off his body, and watched as it

The main archer looked with shock: “There is no way! Fall back!” Desmond cuts, he stabs. The enemy falls like leaves before his might blows. He moves forward. The archer draws his sword, lunges forward. Desmond turns, avoids the attack. The archer jumps backward. Desmond changes strategy, he shifts his weight forward. The archer moves to left, circles around him, and charges head-on. Desmond waits. The archer is close. He lifts his sword above his nose, a fatal mistake. Desmond moves the sword from his right to his left hand. It’s over in a second. The archer tumbles to the bottom of the hill. Desmond walks away. In an instance, he lifts the sword above his head. The archer, in an instance,

I turned to attack another person and was shocked by what I saw next. Archer wasn't fighting for the pack but Against the pack. His sword thrust into a member of the pack and his body fell to the floor in a pool of his blood. I was shocked by his actions. Had Archer gone Against me, my head buzzed, no that couldn't be possible, but I wasn't mistaken by what I saw, Archer had already shot an arrow at another person from the pack. " Archer," I shouted out his name in anger. I was burning with fury Inside me as I saw the men being killed by their beta.

Archer , " To the outside world ,you hate your daughter !! But ,you love your daughter and trying to Abduct the whole property as yours . Don't ever , dream like that !!..... I am a forest fire.....I won't stop if I .... started burning.... There won't be....any mercy...."

It is the person who helped me when he was chased by those people that would surely bring me to an auction to be sold in a price said no one would even imagine. Even if I knew that he can fight against those people, the one who was leading those troops is someone that I am not capable of defeating in an instant. I am sure that I can never defeat that boss just like how this wolf in front of me defeated it. I can say that this wolf in front of me is someone that is strong enough to have great skills in archery and have a great precision and his target. Something that I am not good at for I am better in swords and not in archery.

Archie stretched his hand, a glimmering blue hunting bow manifested out of thin air, "Now I can kill you by myself." The armored man kept sprinting towards them like a mad bull. Alia pulled out her sword. Evidently, it was going to be a two vs. one. When Archie lifted his finger, an arrow zoomed towards him like a drill. ~SWIIISSSHHHH~ Archie aimed the arrow with deadly precision. It cut straight through the air. The strike was filled with so much killing intent it even made Alia shudder. The intensity of the launched strike made the armored-man flinch as well. However, he didn't stop running. In fact, the armored man arched his arm back this time and struck the tip of the arrow with all of

It was to keep Thalisse updated on what the world around them was doing. Thinking of Chaos and Carysse made him smile for a bit. He hoped he had bought them enough time to escape. But the Mahan people distrurbed his thoughts. He heard someone shout ‘fire’. He took cover under a tree that was not big or sturdy enough to shield him. Archers usually have twenty four arrows. They’ve been shooting nonstop and yet they still had something to throw at him. Unless, that was the last. True enough, two Mahan appeared side by side, this time, with swords in their hands. Just like the ones that wounded him earlier, they were hooded like grim reapers.

They didn't know what to do with themselves. Archer's hands glowed gold as he worked on Sable's chest wound. The gash was deep, and her body was thin from years of surviving on nothing but snow and stubbornness, but she was fighting. Through the third bond, I felt Archer's exhaustion and his determination. He wouldn't let her die. Not after everything.

I wasn’t important enough for their attention. The fight before me was between a swordsman and an archer. Both skilled, both determined. The archer’s arrows whistled through the air, swift and precise, while the swordsman darted forward, desperate to close the distance. It was a battle of space and timing. If the swordsman managed to reach him, it would be over in a single slash. But if the archer kept the gap, victory was his.