[h3]𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 - 𝙰𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊[/h3]Atalanta didn't say a word to answer the enemy's mockery. She ignored the illusory voice as well, it would be pointless to waste energy indulging the enemy's ego.

As for the broken branch. It would be no impediment for Archer. This forest was a far cry from what she'd seen in her life when it comes to hardship of navigating the terrain. She quickly spun around in the air and kicked off the tree's trunk, hitting right at another one. And, if this one broke, Archer would repeat it again and again until either there was no branch left in the forest or she found a solid foothold.

Simply put, trying to knock Atalanta out of her feet with such tricks would be impossible.

While she lept from tree to tree, always staying close to Rider's location, Archer concentrated in listening the sounds of the forest. It was simple to tell everything that was happening around them, distance was not an issue, and neither was the lack of visibility.

Once she had determined the most suitable target to aim for, Atalanta drew and, in a mere blink of an eye, shot—10 arrows, as black as the night itself—all aimed right back at the Master that challenged Lancer, openly shouting his presence. Needless to say, all of the shots had unerring accuracy, and a clear intent to kill. No human should be able to survive these.