Arrow timing

In his left hand, the man held a bow, while his right hand clutched a number
of arrows. When bow and arrow met in front of that massive chest, D’s
right hand went for the handle of his longsword. The elegant movement befitted the young man.
An arrow whined through the air. D stayed just where he was, but a flash of
silver rushed from his sheath and limned a gorgeous arc. When the smooth
cut of his blade met the missile’s beautiful flight in a shower of sparks, D
knew his foe’s arrows were forged entirely from steel.

The fierce light that resided in his opponent’s eyes looked like a silent
shout. The instant their respective weapons had met, his arrow was split
down the middle, and the halves sank deep into the ground.

D stood up. A flash of black ran through his left shoulder. The black giant
had unleashed this arrow at the same time as his second shot. Perfectly
timed and fired on an equally precise course, the arrow had deceived D
until it pierced his shoulder.

However, the black shadow seemed shaken, and it fell back without a
sound. He alone understood how incredibly agile D had been, using his
shoulder to stop an arrow that should’ve gone right through his heart.

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