Vagile easily repelled the knife with a well aimed shot. The years he had spent as an assassin paid off after he voluntarily retired from being a sailor. He had learned the arts of precision, stealth, flexibility, and stamina. However, he wasn't prepared for the icy walls to come crashing down and even less prepared for the sharp shards of ice to blitz him from all sides.<br/>He fired arrows in rapid succession, sometimes firing two or three arrows at once. He jumped, dodged, ducked, dipped, rolled, twisted, and spun but the assault never seemed to lessen. Some of the shards managed to rip through his clothes and cut deeply into his skin. While others left minor scratches and scrapes. He couldn't keep up with them for he wasn't as agile as he used to be. Thinking fast he put up a dome of darkness to surround his body and shield him from the bombardment of ice. He clutched his side which was bleeding profusely. Panting for breathe he narrowed his brows at the mermaid and glared at her with undo irritation.<br/><br/><How can one mermaid be this skilled?> He thought as he recollected himself.