As Damon turned to his companions to command them to take cover, his eyes widened.
Artheus swayed on his feet, his armour penetrated by a dozen arrows, each over a meter long, made of dark wood and a black metal tip that tore through his armour with ease.
Blood spurted from his mouth as he tried to speak before collapsing to his knees.
The others weren't much better off.
In the span of a few moments, it seemed as if a rainfall of arrows had struck them. Jax had a massive injury in his shoulder, while Victor lay unconscious on the ground, with two arrows stuck in his back.
A wave of dread washed over Damon as he realised only a single arrow came his way, while his companions were struck with a dozen or so arrows.
'They're targeting specific members of the group!'
Damon was quick to move. He dashed toward the direction of the arrows, deflecting them to give his companions room to move.
