New opponents, New projects, No sense of time

Running through the forestry as my Aeter sense mapped out a heat-like image of my surroundings, I sent a small thread of energy to the beat up ring cradling my right ring finger.

Quickly, as a bow materialized in my hands, my legs dug firmly into the soil beneath me as I crouched and then leapt high into the air.

I twisted my body to face a small pack of auburn foxes raze through the shrubbery and steadied my aim, just waiting for the right moment to release the three Aeter arrows knocked tightly on my bow.

I was not sure of their Aeter beast name, but what I was sure of was their rank; C. In a pack however, their danger increases bordering that of a very weak B rank.

While foxes on earth were characterized by their appealing features and relatively small frame, these ones were not demure at all.