The archer's body tensed, his breath hitching in his throat. Then, without a second thought, he turned around and ran.
His feet pounded against the ground as he bolted, his heart hammering against his ribs. The world around him blurred, his only focus on escaping the demon behind him.
But—
Nate sighed.
He tilted his foot slightly, using the tip of his boot to lift the spear lying on the ground. The weapon flipped into the air, spinning gracefully, before his fingers wrapped around its shaft.
Without hesitation, he reared his arm back and—
Fwip!
The spear sliced through the air like a thunderbolt.
Thwack!
"AHHHHHH!"
The archer let out a guttural scream as the spear impaled his thigh. His legs gave out beneath him, sending him crashing into the dirt. His hands instinctively clutched the wound, his entire body trembling in pain.