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Phynex shifted his position and took up a defensive stance, similar to the one from earlier before during the meeting of the blonde haired man but without the snarling and hissing. He could tell the humans were cautious of him, the least he wanted to do was to terrify them even more or provoke another attack with intimidation. He tensed his muscles and made himself look a little bigger, but his face was passive and void of emotion, the only thing present was an awareness for any sudden movements. Selene, who was standing in front of him and eyeing the hunters, caught the attention of the bowman. But the man with the bow did not loosen the arrow and simply glared back at the white haired huntress. Phynex could see that she was telling him to stop, a warning, and the man seemed to recognize her.
The man with the bow was one of the older hunters. Not as experienced as the veterans but no longer a trainee. His specialty, was of course, the art of archery. He had spotted the huge draconic demon just as he was about to turn the corner, and his face was a picture of fear and terror. In all his years in training and fighting demons, he'd never seen anything like that before. He was often sent to dispatch low to mid tier demons, not anything as powerful looking as the one that emerged from the abandoned building with one of the legendary figures of the demon hunting world. The child of the Averills, daughter to Asher Averills, another legend himself. What had prompted him to pull out his special arrows, tipped with a numbing poison to immobilize demons? He was sick of taking care of low tier demons. The highest he had ever encountered and defeated was a demon who was in the top rankings of the low tier. Judging from the size of that fire demon, he had to be a middle - or even upper - tier beast. If he slew the draconic being, wouldn't he be rewarded a handsome prize for such a deed? He silently nocked in an arrow to his precious bow and aimed at the monster, who seemed to have noticed his presence. The white haired huntress also turned her head to face him, shooting him an icy cold stare, a warning for him to stop.
People like him were always overshadowed by the veterans. Veterans who knew how to kill demons in two hundred ways with their bare hands and mastered many weapons. They practiced and learned formations, stances, different kinds of demons, learnt the folklore and legends of the beasts and took on gigantic monsters that made the ones he face look like kittens. While he was barely paid anything, they received twice as much. Ignoring the warning from the infamous Huntress, he let the arrow fly towards the fire demon, who moved his tail forward to receive it.
The man with the bow was one of the older hunters. Not as experienced as the veterans but no longer a trainee. His specialty, was of course, the art of archery. He had spotted the huge draconic demon just as he was about to turn the corner, and his face was a picture of fear and terror. In all his years in training and fighting demons, he'd never seen anything like that before. He was often sent to dispatch low to mid tier demons, not anything as powerful looking as the one that emerged from the abandoned building with one of the legendary figures of the demon hunting world. The child of the Averills, daughter to Asher Averills, another legend himself. What had prompted him to pull out his special arrows, tipped with a numbing poison to immobilize demons? He was sick of taking care of low tier demons. The highest he had ever encountered and defeated was a demon who was in the top rankings of the low tier. Judging from the size of that fire demon, he had to be a middle - or even upper - tier beast. If he slew the draconic being, wouldn't he be rewarded a handsome prize for such a deed? He silently nocked in an arrow to his precious bow and aimed at the monster, who seemed to have noticed his presence. The white haired huntress also turned her head to face him, shooting him an icy cold stare, a warning for him to stop.
People like him were always overshadowed by the veterans. Veterans who knew how to kill demons in two hundred ways with their bare hands and mastered many weapons. They practiced and learned formations, stances, different kinds of demons, learnt the folklore and legends of the beasts and took on gigantic monsters that made the ones he face look like kittens. While he was barely paid anything, they received twice as much. Ignoring the warning from the infamous Huntress, he let the arrow fly towards the fire demon, who moved his tail forward to receive it.