It was Saturday 8:42 PM , I was minding my own business on the battlefield. When there all of the sudden... an arrow flew past my head , I immediately checked around to see what archer had the balls of steel to shoot at me. I looked up the hill and there I saw a female archer in some sort of weird light strange armour with some weird crown . I quickly recalled story's of the feared archer Bagge that wears such an ridicilous outfit. Quickly I went to cover and tried to find focus in this hectic battlefield, after a second I jumped from the cover ran toward the hill. I saw the archer grabbin another arrow and at the same time I saw enemies coming in from the left and right , I knew that I had to focus on my target now if I want to succeed in taking her out. Her bow now ready to fire at me , I quickly strafed left and right in the hope of dodging the arrow. I was suprised to see that I did not get hit , so I carried on running towards her.. now getting realy close . It was all about this moment , it was a survival of the fittest was I able to dodge another arrow or will I go down the cold hill . I ran closer and closer and at the same time she reloaded her bow . By the time her arrow was in position I was a couple of feet away . She realised the arrow now with great anticipation I strafed left and was able to dodge it , I followed this up with a jump and I smacked my Masterwork German greatsword right into her face . I realised I had succeeded , and I quickly tapped T to type in text : you're not outrunning a 10 ath nab . Some call this moment luck others call it skill it's up to you to decide , all I know is that the odds were in my favor.
