Pitiful

"This is bad," said the woman in a black scarf. Although the silhouette of smoke wasn't yet complete and solid, that also meant that physical attacks, such as the long-ranged arrows, were useless… 

It simply stood there motionless, barely moving enough to avoid being struck at the heart by these probing attacks. 

"At least we know that the heart is a fatal weakness, and its mobility is crippled during these few moments," the man next to her answered with his brows lightly knit together. Then, his eyes focused on Maiden 001 instead, "This archer is dangerous, since when did the province have such a divinity?"