Aranea's breath caught. "Zann, look out!!"
But it was too late.
Leonel twisted, his throw sharp and perfect. A golden bean slammed into Zann's chest, then another followed, draining his last 500 points in a blink.
Heck, it's even negative now!
The horn blared. Zann staggered, flames sputtering out as his score vanished above him.
"Zann!" Aranea cried, spinning toward him.
He steadied himself with a hand, forcing a weak smile. "Finish it… Aranea."
Her throat tightened, but there was no time to falter. Leonel's smirk had already shifted into focus, his arm cocked back for the winning throw.
Aranea's eyes sharpened. She reached into her basket—five golden beans left. Her fingers tightened around them.
"Now," she whispered to herself.
Leonel hurled his bean.
Aranea fired.
One, two, three, four, five—her crossbow released them in a rapid blur, arrows of gold cutting the air like lightning.
The first slammed into Leonel's shoulder.
The second clipped his side.
