A whisper of movement—barely noticeable.
Luka turned, his arrow flying before he even registered the flicker of silver.
It struck a tree branch, snapping it in half.
He frowned.
'A decoy.'
The real shot came from the opposite direction, a blur of white streaking toward him.
Luka dove to the ground, the arrow slicing the air just above his head.
He hit the dirt, rolled, and fired an arrow from his back.
It arced up into the canopy, and for a moment, nothing happened.
Then, a soft gasp.
[Two Hits Registered: Luka → Ardyn]
Luka stood, brushing off dust and dirt, unfazed.
He looked up toward the treeline.
"Two," he called out, voice carrying just enough for Ardyn to hear.
A laugh came from the shadows, bitter and sharp.
"You're good, human. Better than I thought."
Luka adjusted his grip, pulling back the string of his bow, his eyes scanning. "I've been told."
Silence fell between them, heavy.
Luka knew this next strike wouldn't come easy.
