The Beginning of Death

'...'

[AVOID IT]

A panel appeared right next to Stark as he was standing still, ready to catch the arrow that was flying at him, only centimeters away from his face.

The entity that was shooting them really wanted them to hit him somehow, and it only increased his theories as to what would happen if he were to get hit on inhale that white mist.

"Focus, don't let me down..." he mumbled as he focused his aura on his eyes and hands to be able to see the arrow slowly go toward him.

And then...

~FWISH~

Right as the arrow was in front of his eyes, ready to pierce him... Stark with lightning speed moved his right hand to grab the shaft.

This essentially stopped the arrow's momentum while it was now only millimeters away from piercing Stark between his two eyes.

'Phew...' luckily, grabbing the arrow before it hit the ground or somebody didn't activate its perk, meaning that Stark was safe for now...