Leo's steps were hurried but deliberate as he ran backward, his sharp gaze locked in the direction he believed the Archer to be.
He was still invisible and the enemy could not perceive him directly, however, with the faint trail of blood that he left behind with every step, Leo knew that the enemy was still tracking him relentlessly.
The open road stretched endlessly before him, the sparse trees and open fields on either side offering little in terms of cover or safety, as Leo quickly rejected the idea of trying and misleading his opponents gaze by moving through various obstacles, as his current environment did not allow for such tricks.
Seconds passed, and his breaths began to come in short bursts, the burning sensation in his lungs a cruel reminder of his physical limits. Yet, he didn't dare turn his back entirely—not with a dangerous Master Archer stalking him.