But noticing something is one thing; whether you can escape it is another.
The gap between their speed and that of the Red Dragon was far too great. Watching the enemy in the sky behind them rapidly draw closer, the centaur chieftain had just prepared to let out a shrill roar, ordering his tribe to scatter—whoever could run, ran.
But before his order could be issued, deadly azure Missiles began to fall like a torrential downpour.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Each Missile was like a heavy shell, carving a brilliant arc through the air before slamming into the ground.
To be precise, they smashed into the bodies of the centaurs.
Those azure Magic Missiles trailed dazzling tailflames as they descended from the heavens, each one striking its target with Precision.
If someone on the scene had tried to keep count, they would have discovered that not a single Missile missed; every Missile launched completed its kill on a target while both sides were moving at high speed.
