Prana Force
"The Bow of Apollos..." Vorus scanned his opponent.
Conroy tightened his grip on the golden bow as he positions himself and pulls the string of the bow.
A golden arrow emerged with flames on the string as Conroy aims at Vorus.
"Hahaha! Come, Conroy. Don't you dare hold back!"
"I don't plan on holding back, Sir Vorus. Sun Purge!"
Conroy fired the blazing arrow at the hammer wielder.
"His go-to attack eh?"
Vorus chuckled as he dashes forward with a broad grin. Without slowing down, he sprints faster as he deflects the fire arrow thus changing its trajectory.
Conroy remained unfazed almost as if he was expecting his opponent to deflect his attack with little effort.
Vorus closed the distance between them.
"I told you, I won't hold back. The weakness of an archer... You're weak when it comes to close-ranged battles!" Vorus roared as he lifts his hammer and electricity gathers around him.