Time seemed to slow down as the arrow flew straight toward Zaroth's back. The faint whistle of the arrow cut through the air.
Oriana's eyes widened, her lips parting as her breath caught all at once. Instinctively, she brought out her hands, but that was all she could do. Her words failed her. She could not even call out his name.
The arrow moved cleanly through the air.
Zaroth turned sharply, his hands shooting out with inhuman speed as he caught the arrow. The wood cracked in his grip, the arrow breaking into two before it fell to the ground. Its tips landed on the grass, the broken ends standing stiffly between the blades.
Oriana gasped in shock at what she had just seen. She truly did not know what had come over her to act in such a way. She did not know why she had suddenly done it.
