System Return

In a quick movement before the entity that embodied "War" of another realm, he drew his crossbow, which was already loaded with a bolt, and aimed it straight for the center-mass of the armored brute.

"Gh-!"

Shooting the heavy-duty crossbow came with its own kickback, firing the bolt straight for the entity's chest before–CLANG.

In a disheartening collision, the crossbow bolt merely bounced off of the terrifyingly durable plated chest of War.

Still, he didn't let himself be dissuaded, sucking in a refueling breath of bravado into his lungs before tossing his crossbow to the side and instead wielding his sword.

At that moment, he remembered another piece of advice his father had told him, flooding into his mind when he needed it the most: "When you're drowning in fear, and your knees are buckling up and your arms are trembling, do the opposite of whatever your body is telling you. If it says to run, well…You charge forward like a bull with fire chasing its ass."