A bursting, shattering pain invaded my body.
When the pain cut deep enough, an exasperated whimper escaped me.
Despite not having a good sense of smell like Rose, I was still capable of picking up the pungent aroma that was enough to tell me the tip had been coated in a deadly poison.
Taking shelter behind a tree, I ripped the arrow too quickly for me to react.
A red blood hole of flesh sat there daunting me.
Not having time to find a decent way to stop the blood flow, I settled for using my palm as a stopper.
Seeing Riccardo steadily pace forwards, it was right to estimate he didn’t know about the arrow.
And I planned to keep it that way, catching up rapidly.
It was obvious Riccardo didn’t have muscles to rely on, so the reason he’d been able to survive this far was his precured
