With their area of the rafters now collapsing under the combined weight of Xerxes, Ajax, and Odysseus, the archer leaped off to one of the beams that were still intact. After all, his other option was to be skewered by the skeletons and their spears below. Using the blade of his ax, he hooked the edge of it onto the girder and used the momentum to fling himself to the side of the gym that the other masters had mostly cleared of undead soldiers. Odysseus rolled on his shoulder, and in the most fluid of motions, pulled up his bow from behind him.

[color=ed1c24][i]Alright, that was pretty cool.[/i][/color]

Odysseus stoic and neutral expression shifted into a small smirk upon hearing his card holder's praise. With Xerxes hopefully now taken care of after falling onto his skeleton army's raised spears, the archer would decide to test out the new arrival's resistance to arrows just as he had with the Persian king. Releasing the missile, the projectile should have embedded itself between Flamma's eyes unless something stopped it.