Chapitre 115: Ambrose Vs. Redheart

"Ah... ah!" Ambrose struggled to stand as one of his legs rotted away once a single arrow pierced through his thigh. 

He was feeling utterly helpless against this enemy. 

'How is this fair? Fucking overpowered arrows!'

[-88 HP!]

[HP: 97/300]

Even though all of the damage he suffered was halved, he was still losing catastrophic amounts of health. 

He was almost one arrow shot away from death. If the next arrow hit his head, it would be instant death.

"Hehe, I have to be careful not to kill you. That would be such a waste~" Redheart pulled out several green arrows from her quiver, placed them on the bowstring, and pulled it.

Ambrose ignored her taunting as he struggled to stand. He also lost his right leg and his right arm. 

He was completely helpless on his right side, and it was obvious that Redheart was going to use that weakness to her benefit.