The arrows rained.
Using the grappling rig to pull himself would not be possible. That was just aiming to die faster.
But that was not Soren's plan. His plan was to dodge them. Yes, to do it in midair.
He felt it. It was fast, the first arrow entering into the sphere of his Blackfield.
This one came for his head. Eye level, easy to dodge.
He moved his head to the left. However, he sensed it. Just behind the arrow that he just dodged—at the left side—was a second arrow.
Impossible. Did the antibodies predict I'll dodge that attack?
Still, Soren had inertia from when he lifted off the whale; he could still dodge this one.
Unfortunately, another. Two this time around, timed too perfectly.
Dodging was impossible.
Then again, he couldn't dodge, which did not mean that he could not parry the attack.
He swung his dagger.
Dang!
The force shook his hand. It was as if his hand had just hit a metal wall.
The momentum of the arrow was just too much.
More.
More?
