[color=fff79a][b]Bellorophon[/b][/color][hr]
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[color=fff79a]"Eyes forwards"[/color] Bellorophon called out to the people below. [color=fff79a]"I see what seems to be a boy being chased by some soldiers."[/color]

Taking in a deep breath, they stretched out their hands, pulling back on the bow, as the water flowing behind them solidified into the shape of an arrow. For Bellorophon, Wielder of Missiles, this sort of position was the norm; being high up, with no chance for the enemy to retaliate or attack first.

The best position.

One arrow crashed in front of the enemy, a singular shot meant to gauge the distance, before more came, deadly accurate. One, two, four then sixteen, Bellorophon started raining down arrows upon the soldiers without mercy.