I fired off my last arrow in the attempt to nail a shot William Tell would have had trouble boasting about. It was from across the map and at a weird angle, with three obstacles in the way. But my aim was spot on nonetheless. The arrow sailed, poised to pierce my enemy’s heart, when she jumped.
She landed safely and scooped up my failed projectile giving her five to fire back at me.
She cleared some ground quickly, easily traversing the obstacles I would have bragged about if I had won. Two arrows were then loosed, aimed directly at my head. I wanted to grab the first one from the air in a show of style, but then the second would have been the end of me, so instead I dashed backwards to safety. There was no relief in this game of predator and prey as she closed in on me, firing arrows with enough of an onslaught to keep me from picking up any of the precious ammo for myself.
I leaped to the side, my feet planted into the wall before I jumped from it in an epic feat of acrobatic acumen. An arrow pierces the wall where I was a second ago, and I see an opening. In her fervor to kill me she got just a little too close. I plant both my feet into the top of her skull and she crumples in a heap on the ground.
I won, and damn does it feel good.