Aldrich pulled another arrow from his quiver and nocked it against the taut string of his already drawn bow.
He didn't pause.
Without hesitation, he fired an arrow streaking through the air with deadly precision.
"I told you already!" Dante called out mid-dodge, his voice brimming with smug confidence. "You're going to have to do better than normal arrows if you want to—
A second arrow shot off before he could finish that sentence. Aldrich's movements were fast, far faster than any normal eye could keep track of. His hand had already reloaded, the string recoiled and loosed again, the angle shifted upward this time.
The first arrow hadn't even reached its mark. Yet Aldrich was already onto the next. That fact alone said more than words ever could.
It wasn't just his speed. It was a seamless execution.
