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[img]https://i.ibb.co/9H4SkZ7/image.png[/img][h3]Somewhere in the hills, District XII[/h3][hr][@DarckLeon][@Breo][@DostHou][/center]
Archer quickly gripped his rifle as his opponent made his first move, his one eye struggling to trail Saber's movements quickly. To both proceed towards the direction of Archer's blind eye and use the terrain to his advantage against a ranged opponent was the correct choice of actions given the situation. While Archer had hoped Saber would have tried to clear the distance in a more straightforward manner, Archer could not help to appreciate that his opponent actually used his brain as well. At the same time, such a movement was still premeditated by Archer. If anything...

"[color=crimson]Predictable![/color]"

While it is true that his visual acuity was lessened in the direction of his missing eye, it was far from being a true blind spot to Archer. On multiple occasions, Archer had bravely charged into battle while completely blind in both eyes. Such a thing was possible not due to his fearlessness alone, but his ability to leverage every advantage he had in battle. Archer did not possess the visual prowess of true hunters and bowmen of legend. Instead, he relied on his own human capabilities, all maximized in order to aid him in combat. While his senses weren't inherently supernatural, they were always performing at the highest level. All Archer had to do was simply aim in Saber's direction and...

"[color=crimson]Feast your eyes on the pinnacle of modern weaponry![/color]"

Archer fired his AK-47 at Saber's direction in a seemingly indiscriminate manner, delivering a spray of bullets towards his opponent. Shredding through the trees that Saber had hid behind, the AK-47's high stopping power was magnified further due to being in Archer's possession. In truth, Archer was firing short, quick bursts, each timed to maximize both accuracy and suppression. As far as his strategy was considered, Archer was not gonna make Saber moving in on him an easy endeavor. Instead, he fired at will, a hail of certain death firing from his weapon.

it was unfortunate, however, that Archer's rifle was not linked to his magical energy supply, as the last of his ammunition was spent right before his cigarette hit the ground.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance as the weapon's magazine was emptied, Archer quickly leaped back deeper into the wooded hill that he was situated in. Slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he made his quick retreat, a pair of early pistols materialized in Archer's hands, looking more like peasant hand-cannons than fanciful weapons. Making a quick note to nag his Master to buy more ammunition later, Archer awaited behind a rather large tree for his opponent, preparing to unload a barrage of bullets at the first sign of Saber catching up.