Hawkeye Vs Green Arrow Novels & Stories

He gripped it hard ready to be scolded by his instructor for almost missing the target, Hughes, but at the same time, glad that the burly man had great reflexes. Behind him were a few others who had bows and arrows in their hands. One man came stomping and the archers made way like he was Moses departing the sea. He looked furious yet calm. He had his shoulder-length black hair tied in a ponytail, he had a Columbus Blue Jacket shirt but without those guards that hockey players put – it was loose but fit for him with muscles. He marched straight to the stiffed young man standing in front of the others and smacked him in the back of his head. “You’re lucky Hughes has reflexes. I want five-hund

Just when Aaron was about to say something, his eyes sharpened, and he used his other hand, pushing Kavier, who didn't even feel the danger. Kavier managed to balance his body and wasn't angered by the push. He also felt something was wrong and when he looked back, this time it wasn't a hatchet but a large silver arrow that was fired. If Aaron had been fast enough to notice it, Kavier's body would surely have become a barbeque right now. A creepy feeling surged in his body and he couldn't help but look at Aaron with a grateful look. Aaron shook his head and shouted. “Focus!”

Joyce, despite his best efforts, was not a fighter. He was not bred for war and battle like Hawke was, so even calling on the power of his Alpha wolf, Hawk tossed Joyce aside like he was a sack of potatoes. However, Joyce did show amazing tenacity, and stood back up time and time again. Roaring, he threw himself at Hawk, all elbows and poorly-timed punches. Hawk blocked and blocked, until finally, he seemingly reached the edge of his patience and grabbed Joyce by the shoulders, stopping him.

And just for that one second, I feel like I have seen those eyes somewhere. Unlike before, his face isn't covered with a cloth, with only the eyes peeking out. This time he has a mask on that starts from his eyebrows to his cheekbones, leaving slits for the eyes. Yup. Definitely the Green Arrow. We stare at each other long and hard, doing nothing, saying nothing, just staring. His lips are pressed into a thin line, and I can't help but feel like I have seen him somewhere before.

Then, blood flowed out. If the fork deviated a little just now, he would have lost his life. “What?” Lucius turned back and looked at Thomas. He saw that Thomas’ table had one less fork, which meant that the fork earlier had been thrown by Thomas. But, the speed, precision, and strength were too terrifying, right? Could a human being be able to achieve this? This was totally a martial art shown by an outstanding fighter in the superhero novels. Hawkeye also shot arrows at his target, right?

Their posture, timing, and form mirrored one another so closely it looked choreographed. She saw the blue target flickering in the distance. They fired in tandem. Nova first, Holt a breath behind. Bullseye. Bullseye. They shared a brief grin— acknowledgment between equals. The four arrows that followed was less of a competition and more a synchronized display of violence against enchanted wood. They fired in lockstep, bullseye for bullseye, split for split with Nova slightly faster. Her fifth arrow split her fourth like it belonged there. Holt's fifth was a bullseye. No split. He gave her a genuine smile, which she returned to him. Neither needed the scorekeeper.

Their eyes, gleaming with a ghostly green light, fixed on the gatecrashers. "Shadow wolves," Hazel murmured, her grasp fixing on her bow. The animals lurched, their developments quick and silent. Aveline and Killian responded immediately, their swords blazing within the dim light. The fight was furious, the shadow wolves battling with a savagery that gave a false representation of their ethereal forms. Hazel, with her uncommon arrow based weaponry abilities, demonstrated importance. Her bolts found their marks with dangerous precision, constraining the animals to vacillate. Liam and the other warriors battled with strength and assurance, their weapons clashing against the shadow wolves' claw

She raised her hand, ready to give the command. And then arrows rained down from the ridge above. Not our arrows. Not the First Blood archers who'd been providing covering fire. These were different—longer, heavier, tipped with some kind of glowing substance that left trails of light in their wake. They slammed into the feral wolves with devastating accuracy. Three of the beasts went down immediately, the arrows punching through their thick hides like they were made of paper. The others scattered, their formation breaking. "What—" Tiana spun around, searching for the source.

A single spiral staircase made of wrought iron rose into the darkness of the upper rafters. The moment Kael’s heel clicked onto the concrete floor, a sharp thrum echoed through the air. “Get down!” Harvey yelled, but he was too slow. An arrow, tipped with a shimmering, silver-blue light, hissed through the darkness. It was aimed directly for the center of Kael’s forehead. Kael’s hand blurred, a movement so fast it was almost invisible. He caught the shaft of the arrow inches from his skin, the force of the projectile making his arm vibrate. The silver light on the arrowhead hissed as it touched his palm, smelling of burnt ozone.

His eyes fluttered. One of the men behind Aaron with yellow eyes drew his bow and fired two arrows with sharp silver heads towards them. “One.” Aaron’s lashes fluttered, and his eyes blazed a bloody red as he said the last word. He let go of her hand and turned around to back her up. He caught the arrow flying towards him with both hands and threw it back at two of the men who approached. They fell, and the rest of the four stormed towards them faster. Zera turned around and found three men approaching her, their eyes glowing blue.