[h3]𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 - 𝙰𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊[/h3]Archer thought Just like before, Archer ignored Rider's taunts and words. Only a fool would boast so much in the middle of the combat, especially when they aren't even aware of their enemies' abilities.

He could take his honor and choke on it. This was a forest, and Atalanta was a predator on the hunt. He would be the one playing by her rules.

Instead of words, what he would get would be arrow after arrow fired at him, and his mount, from all directions as Archer continued to reposition herself on the battlefield over and over again. Their numbers quickly growing to dozens and more dozens, each one nearly invisible and carrying certain death if they were to make their mark.

This effort would also work in Assassin's favor which was part of Atalanta's motivation to do so. If Rider allowed himself to pay attention to anything other than her arrows for even a moment, he would find himself the recipient of a volley of arrows.