SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Pausing briefly in midair, he fired off a rapid volley of five arrows, aimed precisely at the back of Gauss's skull, his neck, his left shoulder blade, his spine, and his waist.
Gauss caught sight of all the incoming attacks almost instantaneously, a satisfied expression crossing his face. Everyone knew the theory behind coordinated combat—clear division of roles, maintaining proper formation and distance, synchronized timing, focusing fire, switching targets, and retreating. However, the unspoken chemistry between team members was crucial, and the synchronization of this small squad was exceptional. All of their attacks arrived at almost the exact same time.
