Catches arrow

The two of them gazed at each other. Both of the man’s black-gloved hands
went into motion. Bringing together a bow and a single arrow before his
chest, the man drew the steel bowstring back with tremendous power and
determination. It was clear that no matter how fast D might move, they
were too close for him to evade a shot.

“Go back,” the man in black ordered him once again.
“Is there already another guest at the mansion? Or is another one on the
way? If you use that bow, there’ll be no taking it back.”
The tension swelled. The moonlight froze, and even the fog stopped dead.
In a world choked with a thirst for killing, the youthful Hunter was the only
thing of beauty.

The steel flew.
D stopped it with his empty left hand, and as he caught it, that same hand
blurred with activity. An instant later, D felt another presence off to his
right.

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