387 Viperwolf Archery (1/2)
Most importantly, a bow wasn’t a firearm where one simply had to press the trigger. For one, to execute running archery, one had to split his attention in aiming, drawing and maintaining stability; the difficulty level was at least 5 times harder!
Even amongst the Na’vi race, such archery techniques were only grasped by a small handful. Naturally, the one that had executed this graceful archery technique, was the external aid that the Kiwatakin clan had invited - Jacques!
Jacques stomped forward, his bow already hanging behind his back. Wrapping his hands around a loose vine, he bent his body as he easily drifted through the air; swinging towards the entrance of the Hometree. The rain was still pouring, yet a smooth fish named Jacques sliced horizontally and unrestrained through it.
Yet right at the entrance, an abruptly extravagant and unflustered figure surfaced; like a lofty mountain impeding Jacques. A scorching black ray fastened out from his hands, as it hacked towards Jacques.
A faint yellowish-stained dagger swung forth in resistance. It wasn’t sharp, and even carried a certain bluntness. Only, the dried linen wrapped around Jacques hand prevented the dagger from slipping amidst this pouring rain. As for this powerful personal weapon of his, it was crafted with the fang of a king viperwolf. This viperwolf dagger had accompanied Jacques for 5 full years, carrying untold stories of hundreds of fallen wild beast to its blade.
Without hesitation, Jacques brandished his war-dagger to block his opponent’s assault. But at the moment it connected with that black ray, his body trembled; he suddenly realized his opponent’s strength was completely not inferior to his! It even surpassed him!!
Jacques twisted his body, sweeping a wild horizontal kick; carrying loads of mud and filth as it splashed against the enemy’s face, which was washed away immediately by the pouring rain. Instead, the enemy raised his right foot, heavily trampling forward taking the initiative to advance. As Jacques’s leg swept in, he suddenly felt like he had kicked against an incomparably solid boulder. Both parties trembled from impact, and stumbled backwards several steps.
Meanwhile; releasing wild unrestrained yells as they climbed up the vines of the Hometree, the other Na’vis ascended towards the upper ‘window’ of the tree hollow. Their intentions were clear, to pincer the humans within the hollow! At this moment, Reef widened his eyes and released an earth shattering roar. A formless shockwave swept horizontally rippling against the surrounding raindrops. Jacques and the other Na’vis could only feel a gale rushing against the faces, as though their chest was harshly oppressed by a giant boulder.
While climbing, a Na’vi that had been severely injured by Mogensha’s lightning spear earlier, instantly lost grip due to the roar. Falling, that Na’vi’s head crashed into the mud below. Drenched in blood and mud, the Na’vi panted heavily and wrapped its wounds with grass. Fortunately, another Na’vi, while biting his dagger in his mouth, had leapt up and managed to squeeze through the window and into the tree hollow.
They firmly believed this - once they could engage the invaders in close combat, their superior fighting capabilities would implant painful memories for the invaders. Victory would be theirs!
Just having that thought caused them to bare their teeth and snarl menacingly. A loud announcement of their arrival that would even strike terror into wild beasts.
Inside the dark hollow of the Hometree, not a single reaction was made; just a plain deathly stillness. The stench of blood pervaded the still air. Even that human that Jacques had pinned to the wall with his arrow had disappeared. Beneath the supposed area the na’vi was about to land, a sudden glimmer of dull-gold radiated and swept forth!
Still descending from midair, the Na’vi easily wielded forth its war-dagger, before ferociously thrusting downwards!
This thrust undoubtedly landed on his foe; such a sensation of blade stabbing into flesh was forever mesmerizing to the Na'vi. In the next second, a muffled echo, as oppressive as thunder rolling, compacted in from the remotest of areas. With decades of predatory experience and instincts, the na’vi could smell danger, as he abandoned all notions of stabbing deeper; instead, his arms folded to block his front!
Boom! The oppressive muffle swerved in, causing the na’vi to groan wildly. Facing the tremendous force, the flesh around the chest to his shoulders swelled up, his bulging veins increasingly defined and elegant. Blood oozed out from his ears, nose and mouth; projecting the Na'vi to look increasingly sinister.