I aimed my rifle at the distant archers and unleashed a barrage of bullets. Before they even had a chance to fire their arrows, my bullets had already reached their heads, killing them instantly. With the archers down, the remaining fighters were nothing more than moving targets for me.
One by one, I shot them down, my aim deadly accurate. Within moments, only a few of Yorla's men were left alive, and even they were badly wounded. I had taken some hits as well—arrows had struck my lower back and thigh—but thanks to my agility, I had avoided any vital areas, so my injuries weren't life-threatening.
Serpentis, Nelly, and the others had also been hit by stray arrows, though they weren't the primary targets. Their injuries weren't severe, but I could see the poison from the arrows slowly spr
