EW. The wings of justice

Arca's instincts alerted him to the danger much later than they should've been. But he knew it wasn't because he was too relaxed.

Quite the opposite—since Irmilla suddenly fell with a curse, Arca's nerves were on edge even if he hid it.

He detected the approaching magic arrow only when it was fifteen meters away. It blazed like a comet in the night sky, brilliantly bright, and was the size of a two-handed sword.

It looked very much like the arrow sent by the man in white just recently.

With the speed it was moving, there was no time for a proper defense, and on a pegasus he couldn't dodge as well as on land. Plus, he had Irmilla sitting in a saddle in front of him, slowing his steed even further.

"Father Santangelo!" Romeo exclaimed, noticing the attack, too. His lips moved to cast a spell, but the protective water sphere gathered around him too slowly.