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  "Watch out," a voice yelled, an arrow flew millimeters away from Achilles' ear. Behind her, a goblin fell, the green devil had managed to sneak past. "Thanks for the help," she smiled and continued the onslaught. "It's Dead eyes," the fighters cheered, a respected marksman had stepped onto the field. "Dead eyes?" Undrar asked; the man gave a quick nod to which magic continued being used, *Ice element: Icy Spikes.* A projectile spell that works similarly to a fireball but does not explode on impact.

Shot after shot, the sneaky pest was killed without a miss. The adventurers' confidence grew more and more, powerful back-up had arrived. "I see why they named you Dead eyes," Undrar calmly added in jest. The man's eye bled, each shot he took was unbelievable. It meant great strain on the eyes – the talent had outgrown the body. "Too bad that your human body is holding you back," she finished