Artemis' Game

Artemis began to move quickly, accompanied by a cold wind rising in the arena. He was strategically shifting his position to hunt Simo, disappearing into the dark shadows of the forest. His eyes were sharp enough to sense every movement in the darkness, and his steps were almost silent.

Simo patiently held his rifle, scanning the arena carefully. Artemis' stealth showed his mastery in hunting. But Simo knew how a hunter thinks. Every hunter makes mistakes, and those mistakes always lead to the hunter's end.

Artemis suddenly saw Simo behind him. But what was that? In his place was only the silhouette of a tree. As he looked at him suspiciously, Simo took another step back. He had his rifle pointed, but he did not fire yet.

"I know you," Simo said, walking silently behind Artemis. "A true hunter always leaves a trail before he sees his target."

Artemis' eyes suddenly trembled after Simo's words. He felt a mixture of surprise and anger at an enemy who could not catch him. He took a deep breath, maintaining his composure, and raised his spear.

"Do you think you can play my game, mortal?" Artemis looked at Simo with a gleam of anger in her eyes and lunged forward. But Simo disappeared with almost shadow-like speed.

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Artemis was graceful and deadly in every move, but she had difficulty keeping up with Simo's speed. Each time, Simo would slide around Artemis, setting traps for her, getting closer with each move. The battle was like a game; a struggle in which Artemis was slowly tiring, while Simo was constantly renewing his strategies.

A bullet from Simo's rifle ricocheted off a rock and hurtled toward Artemis. In a split second, Artemis was moving so fast that the bullet only brushed her feathers. But she had made a mistake. Artemis' attention was distracted at that moment.

"You've lost your mind," Simo said, approaching Artemis with each step. "A hunter always follows his target. Fear destroys patience."

Artemis fell into a void for a moment after the bullet's trace. Not being able to see the target was a hunter's greatest weakness. But before he could, Simo appeared behind him. He aimed his rifle and was about to take aim at Artemis when all that remained was the sound of a cold wind. Artemis was gone.

"It's time," Simo thought.

Artemis made a last effort to escape the threat posed to him, and everything changed in an instant. He floated around the forest like a giant ghost, finding the last spot to hit. Only a moment's delay...

Simo moved quickly and aimed his rifle. But Artemis was so fast that he had barely missed him. Simo's breath caught. Artemis waited for just the right moment to strike. This moment could change his entire strategy, but patience and determination were the secret to Simo's victory.

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Simo froze for a moment. He heard Artemis' voice, but it was now harder to target her. Artemis saw Simo in the depths of her eyes with a smile on her back. She was a goddess, and in the game of gods, mistakes were unforgivable. However, Simo had managed to defeat every opponent by using his intelligence, speed and strategy again.

All this process between these two could only end with an opportunity, a game, and a death. A dark light appeared in Artemis' eyes.

"You cannot defeat me," Artemis said, with a mixture of hatred and pride in her eyes. However, a slight smile appeared on Simo's face and he raised his rifle one last time.

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A bullet hit Artemis' body. The goddess fell to the ground with a loud noise, a look of surprise on her face.

Artemis took one last breath and lay down on the ground. His eyes still held the light of patience and hunting, but this time Simo was victorious.

Simo lowered his rifle, but walked silently through the arena without celebrating his victory. Each death was a reflection of another hunter's defeat, the culmination of a patiently awaited moment.

Brunhilde nodded slightly as she looked over the edge of the arena. "Can a man win even in the game of the gods?" she thought. And perhaps a hunter's story shouldn't end there.

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There was fire in Simo's eyes as he stepped into the next battle. Victories and losses were but memories. And Simo's battle was not over.

"May the gods test me with a more difficult opponent," Simo said, as he walked through the dark arena, a lone figure. "Together, you will be prey."

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