Hiding

The arrow was sudden and sharp, appearing before Sylas so fast that the sound hardly registered at all. And yet…

Sylas reached out and grabbed it. The arrow viciously spun in his palms, but his Aether Skin turned it to ice. The spinning slowed beneath his Ice-Poison Runes and a cancerous growth of blue patterns raced across its surface.

However, before his Ice-Poison could turn it to ash, his Scorned Wraps were first.

PA.

The arrow exploded into a rain of fine powder, obscuring Sylas' visage somewhat before fluttering down toward the ground.

'Okay…' Sylas thought silently as he stepped forward into empty air.

He began plummeting from the skies, seemingly making himself a live target.