Odrin fired his crossbow with speed and precision born from years of experience, each bolt acting as the arbiter of death for whomever it hit. His skills enabled every bolt he fired to track his target, only the most slippery of foe could hope to escape his aim.
Saddly for Odrin, he was facing an army of space attuned creatures being led by a true incarnation of the element.
His bolts would lance forward with devastating force, only for a portal to snap into place at the last moment, its exit portal leading back towards his own people in a display of diabolical skill. He gritted his teeth, annoyance flashing in his eyes as he was forced to exert greater amount of mana and concentration to enable his arrows to either evade the portals or simply blow right through them.
Still that was not a strategy that could last forever, he simply lacked the mana reserves to keep that kind of bombardment up for long.
