"Wuuu... sister..." Sheldon cried, as he ran around again. Fortunately, he still had his second weapon, which he chose to be the spare bow.
He still wasn’t able to use it though, because the monster would be at his heel whenever he tried to posture for a shot! 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
Sammy sighed, but he wasn’t too disappointed. This was completely normal, especially for a child who had been relatively protected compared to others.
In Terran, most children would be handled with care. In Xeno, they were also relatively more protected than adults. After all, it was basically impossible to survive as a child without an adult, so those who were not protected were unlikely to have lasted this long.
Most of the time, the kid spent in Xeno was hiding inside a territory, how could he know how to handle monsters well? Handling these ugly and aggressive things with a clear head could not be accomplished with just killing one or two monsters, especially when the mind was still immature.
Kids like Horus, who seemed to have an instinct for these things due to the life they lived in Terran, were the only exceptions. He doubted most of the other kids would have a much better reaction than Sheldon’s.
Anyway, fortunately for Sheldon, Sammy was an archer, so his tips were particularly useful for him.
"Ideally, you have the basic close fighting skills, so you should still have the sword ready to get pulled at any time," he said. "It’s why we allowed two weapons.
"However, for now, you can just kite—reduce its health little by little while you avoid its attacks."
Kiting was the technique wherein a long-distance attacker would attack while maintaining distance from the opponent.
Of course, this was much more delicate than it sounded and required a lot of environmental awareness. Otherwise, the enemy could either catch up or they could even fall down while attacking.
"Kiting is an art," he said, holding up the voice amplifier. "You have to be able to understand your setting well as soon as you get there. You have to train not only your accuracy, but also your awareness."
These were taught at school, but they were difficult to apply in the end. Practicum was really essential, and it was something everyone who wanted strength had to go through—even if it was with gritted teeth.
Sheldon gulped and tried to do as he was told, remembering the lessons. Move, set-up, target, stabilize, and shoot.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
ROAARR!
For the next minute, he managed to take a few shots, and he sparkled when he saw two arrows actually hitting. Although neither was embedded on its skin, it still hurt the monster and caused it to bleed!
He could not celebrate for long, however, because the pain caused it to go berserk and its movements hastened. Sheldon once again panicked and lost his footing.
"Ahhhh!" The boy yelled as his leg was nicked. He managed to avoid another injury and jumped back, pulling out another shot.
It missed major parts, but it still caused injury... that made it even angrier.
ROAR!!!
On the platform, a new voice sounded. "Do you have to be so harsh on the kid?"
Sammy’s eyebrows rose as he turned to the newcomer who joined him on the coach’s platform.
"Eagle," he said, crossing his arms and looking at the man teasingly. "Came to check up on your brother-in-law?
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