"He's going to shoot!"
The moment those words left my mouth, his fingers released the string.
The arrow blurred into motion. It was far too fast to follow properly.
As someone with no formal training or experience in speed or endurance, I stood no chance of dodging a projectile fired by a seasoned hunter. It traveled with terrifying speed, and carried enough force to pierce flesh, bone, and even hard armor, for an ordinary person, being struck by it would mean instant death. I braced myself instinctively, muscles tensed, waiting for the sharp impact that would surely come.
I knew it would hurt. But unlike a normal person, I can regenerate myself. Even if it hit me, I would survive , though the pain would be impossible to ignore.
Yet the impact never arrived.
Instead, the arrow whistled past my shoulder, close enough to stir the air against my skin. My eyes went wide with surprise. It had missed me completely.
