This was Damon's plan of escape. It was quite obvious — if he ran a hundred kilometers, he would be hit many times before he reached safety.
So the next option was to fly.
However, he didn't have wings to fly.
So the choice was simple. He had to fly — and since he had no wings, he had to borrow some.
Luckily, he had bought Matia. Or rather, the Ruin Fairy had followed him of her own volition.
He almost got emotional.
"Dammit, Matia… I love you… hahahahaha…"
His shadow gave him no reaction. She just continued to fly.
Now it was a contest of snipers.
And Damon had learned from one of the most foul archers he knew. Maybe Back-to-Back wasn't the strongest, but he was the best archer Damon knew.
In fact, he had once seen Back-to-Back remove the wings of a flea twelve kilometers away without killing it.
That was just how good he was… and as his student, Damon was not about to let the elf down.
