Ellie's arrow whistled through the air, carrying with it a trail of pale aura, diluted by a tint of pink.
She was drawing the stage of achieving intent, and the first to suffer her achievements was Cheshire.
Cheshire blinked, too stunned to move as the tip of the arrow pierced through her clothing—but...
It never made contact with her skin. Ellie never had the intention of eliminating her.
No, her goal had been different.
As the arrow tore through the fabric of her uniform, Cheshire's body was overcome by a sensation of weightlessness, launching her back just in time to avoid another arrow that came from above and stabbed where she had once stood.
"Cheshire, hide!"
Ellie screamed, taking another arrow from her quiver before leaping forward to hide behind an abandoned truck.
Cheshire, confused but trusting her friend's words, ran into an alleyway.
Multiple arrows stabbed the entrance of the alleyway just as she made it, missing her by a second.
"Archer!"
