Of the many reactions Adrian had planned for, standing still like a brilliant idiot was not one he had anticipated. Such a stance did not offer any openings for him to take advantage of and he knew better than to underestimate a man as seasoned as the Phoenix, even when momentarily blinded. A precious few seconds ticked by as he formulated a new plan, strafing around his opponent the entire time to keep control of what little flow of the battle he still had. 

The iconic scowl left Adrian’s face. As preposterous as it looked, pulling back Whisper’s drawstring always relaxed him. Planning was one of the few things the tactician enjoyed and he found the process of shooting a bow symbolized that quite well. 

He steadied his breath and found his target. The plan would work or it wouldn’t, it was as simple as that. Thus there was no room for any more concerns or hesitation. With a small slide he stopped his strafing and raised Whisper, taking aim. His fingers relaxed as he made his final adjustment. It had taken him the better part of a month to get used to the outrageous power the bow had, but now compensating for it came to him naturally. 

Saying the arrow flew would be a gross understatement. It was fired like a bullet out of an Earth Kingdom gun, but true to its name, Whisper barely made a sound as it took off. The arrows he used had to be specially designed to handle the force they were put under, but otherwise they didn’t look all too different from a normal one. That is, except for the small vial of water attached to this one.

Isen’roy may have minimized the target Adrian had to work with, but he was competent enough to hit him right in the thigh if he didn’t move or block it. 

[i]Your move big guy,[/i] he thought, already reaching for another arrow.