Baldacci Archer Series Novels & Stories

He instantly stepped back along with the other disciples before someone pulled a worn-off waterproof cloth. Repeater crossbows were revealed under the cloth. The Islander bodyguards were instantly locked on. The bald man ordered them to pull the trigger immediately to showcase their strength. Bam! The bodyguard in front had his body pierced when he was sent flying. He showed a miserable look as soon as he landed on the ground. “Stand down already!” The bald man showed an arrogant look. “Your handguns are no match against our repeater crossbows! “These are blessed weapons used to break the defenses of expert martial artists!

Archer stepped back from the body on the sand, lowering his sword. He looked up, straight at the King, and the stands went silent as he slowly removed his helmet. Dark hair lifted in the dust and breeze, blue eyes locking on the Alpha King’s stunned face. The gasp was universal. “I’m Archer Whitlock, former Alpha General, and I’m here... to reclaim my rank!!!”

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.