Luck Is Just A Matter Of Perspective
Jake never had a chance to return the favor. At a speed virtually impossible to track with the naked eye, the mutant twenty-five meters away drew his bow at him, pulled the string tight and released it with a swoosh-like sound.
There were no arrows notched. Truth be told, Ulfar carried a bow, but no quiver.
An inexplicable sense of danger ran up his spine and without thinking, he ducked as fast as he could. His head had barely bent down a few inches when his sense of danger suddenly increased tenfold. Quickly shifting his eyes to what he thought was the arrow, he saw nothing but Ulfar's bow aimed in the direction he was dodging.
"Shit!"
A telekinetic barrier appeared in front of Jake's face, violently intercepting his dodge. His face slammed violently into the force field and he used the counterforce to catapult himself in the opposite direction. Throughout the action, Ulfar remained in the same stance, his fingers slightly bent after firing his invisible arrow.