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[color=f7976a]"Come now master, don't say that."[/color] Philoctetes sighed. The way he said that was rather playful, as he didn't really take it personally. [color=f7976a]"I prefer if you think of it more as... Being cautious. I survived for as long as I did because I knew what risks I wanted to take."[/color] He had at a few points had to rely on spying and patience, when dealing with certain foes. One of the monsters Hera had sent for him had been invisible after all. A real menace of a beast. He'd had to track it based on the droplets of blood it left behind after devouring a boar. 

It was true though, he had grown up in the shadows of heroes. Argonauts, strong, bold... And he had been a child. The most impressionable age. Eager to see the feats of heroes, and even now he adored heroes. Perhaps he never really thought of himself as one? Of course not, he was a survivor. A fighter. A hero would slay the gorgon and free the people there. He was the opposite. A man who would have killed the gorgon because it was life or death. Even his arrival at Troy had been because of a vow he made, rather than a desire to go fight. He was an argonaut, but was he a hero? 

He'd find that answer here in this war. 

His eyes though focused on his master's familiars. His eyes narrowed to focus on them, trying to ignore Saber down below. [color=f7976a]"Nothing yet, Saber."[/color] He said, teeth touching to his lip. He was focused, but even he almost ran the risk of missing what happened next. He watched an arrow pierce one of the bats, and if he weren't the great archer he was, he might have missed it. Worse, he might not have seen where it was fired from. But seeing the bat jerk, he was already calculating the distance, direction, strength. An impressive shot. [color=f7976a]"Actually, found something."[/color]

He raised his bow. He notched his arrow. He pulled the arrow back, taking aim, and fired. Once, twice, three, four arrows. Each sailed through the air, all aimed at what he could assume to be the origin point of that arrow. Another Archer. 

The first arrow went wider. Hitting not Atalanta, but rather the cellphone tower she had perched upon. The metal bent and twisted from the force of the impact, but the other three had far better aim. One arrow aimed at her neck, one at her shoulder, and the final at her heel. A good enough spread of arrows if there ever was one. 

[color=f7976a]"I got something. Residental area, cellphone tower."[/color] Philoctetes said to Saber. [color=f7976a]"With luck, they can't shoot back, but I don't think we're that lucky."[/color]

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