What was but a few seconds felt like a few years to Black Shadow. Waiting for his opponent caused him to become a little paranoid. The slightest sound caused him to flinch. The sound of an owl caused him to redirect the aim of his bow, but he was smart enough to not release the arrow. Then the sound of footsteps hit his ears, human footsteps. They were light, almost unable to be heard. Aiming his bow, Black Shadow released his arrow. The deep sound of an arrow hitting a tree disappointed Black Shadow.

The footsteps stopped, they ended in the same direction as before. The battle had to end soon. Black Shadow readied another arrow and listened. The footsteps continued, and arrows began to fly. Whether Black Shadow made contact or not, he did not know. All he knew is that the footsteps continued, and the arrows continued to fly. This battle had to end soon.