"You're dead," she whispered, her voice low, lethal, and laced with fury.
The field fell deathly silent but it was the kind of silence that came before a storm. Sorayah could feel the tension prickling against her skin like electricity. Her fingers flexed around the taut bowstring, her gaze razor-sharp as it scanned the approaching targets.
They moved fast, their bows already drawn, arrows poised to strike. But Sorayah's eyes had already locked onto two. Without hesitation, she fired first, her bow perfectly fitted with twin arrows that sliced through the air with a whistle. They struck the two advancing statues in the throat, splintering the wood just before they could release their own projectiles.
At the same time, she threw herself into the air, narrowly dodging other incoming arrows from the other targets. It flew past her entire body, her head so close, she felt the wind of it against her cheek.
