The silver spear became a blur.
It tore through the night.
The red-haired hunter grinned viciously.
"...Got you!"
The spearhead closed the final inch.
Then—
the rabbit moved.
Not by turning.
Not by looking back.
His right leg rose in one smooth, effortless motion.
**CLANG!!**
His heel slammed into the shaft of the spear.
The entire thrust was knocked upward.
The spearpoint shrieked harmlessly toward the sky.
The red-haired hunter's eyes widened.
"...What?!"
Using the deflected spear as leverage—
the rabbit pushed off.
His body twisted gracefully through the opening.
Only then—
a faint blue glow flickered beneath his cloak.
The light shifted.
Blue—
to crimson.
A bow had somehow already appeared in his hand.
The string was already fully drawn.
No hesitation.
No wasted movement.
**TWANG!!**
A crimson arrow erupted forward.
The red-haired hunter barely reacted.
Instinct alone saved him.
He threw himself sideways at the last possible moment.
The arrow missed his heart.
Instead—
**SHHK!!**
It ripped through his left side.
Blood exploded into the air.
A massive chunk of flesh vanished instantly.
"...AAAAARGH!"
The impact hurled him violently across the battlefield.
He crashed through several people before finally tumbling to a stop.
His trembling hands clutched the ruined side of his body.
His face twisted in unbearable agony.
"...Damn... it..."
He staggered backward without another thought.
Putting as much distance between himself and the rabbit as possible.
The confidence that had filled his eyes moments ago had completely disappeared.
Only fear remained.
The rabbit never looked at him.
Not once.
He landed lightly.
Twisted.
And continued running as though nothing had happened.
No pause.
No celebration.
Only forward.
"...He's still going!"
"Stop him!"
More figures surged from every direction.
A pair of swordsmen rushed in from the left.
A wind mage descended from above.
Three adventurers cut off the road ahead.
Someone shouted,
"Don't let him reach the border!"
The rabbit's pace never changed.
His crimson eyes remained fixed ahead beneath the hood.
Calculating.
Measuring.
Reading every movement around him.
Then—
he moved again.
The night itself seemed to blur.
His figure vanished into the crowd.
Leaving behind only a fleeting afterimage as another wave of attackers closed in from every direction.
The border descended into complete chaos.
Spells illuminated the darkness.
Explosions echoed one after another.
Every road leading into Eirundor had become a battlefield.
Yet—
the rabbit demi-human never slowed.
Dark crimson mana wrapped tightly around his body as he dashed through the relentless storm of attacks.
**BOOM!!**
A towering pillar of fire erupted where he had stood.
He was already gone.
A dozen meters away—
three ice spears screamed toward him.
He ducked beneath the first.
Twisted around the second.
The third grazed his shoulder.
A strip of cloth tore away beneath its razor-sharp edge.
He never even glanced at it.
Behind him—
voices roared across the battlefield.
"Don't let him escape!"
"Cut him off!"
"He's heading for the border!"
High above—
a massive magic circle bloomed across the night sky.
Golden runes rotated rapidly within its intricate formation.
A middle-aged mage thrust both hands forward.
"You're not going anywhere, Son of the Demon King!"
Countless lances of radiant light rained down like divine judgment.
Draven accelerated.
His movements became almost impossible to follow.
One step.
Another.
Another.
The rain of light struck nothing but shattered earth in his wake.
Along the border walls—
soldiers watched in stunned disbelief.
Many had never witnessed anyone move like this.
Vice Commander Elric narrowed his eyes.
"...Fast."
Nearby—
Xiomara remained lazily leaning against the battlements.
A cigarette rested between her fingers.
She watched the battlefield in silence.
*Kid...*
*What exactly are you planning?*
Her gaze swept slowly across the battlefield.
*Is this really the best you've got?*
Then—
another thought crossed her mind.
*...Where's the other one?*
She hadn't seen the vampire since the crimson explosions.
That alone unsettled her.
Ahead—
a sharp voice suddenly rang out.
"I've got him!"
A lean archer stood atop a shattered boulder.
His bow was already fully drawn.
Mana spiraled violently around the arrow.
The projectile began spinning at terrifying speed.
Its tip shrieked as compressed wind wrapped tightly around it.
The archer smiled.
"...Let's see you dodge this."
**TWANG!!**
The spinning arrow exploded forward.
The air itself split apart in its wake.
Draven glanced sideways.
One step.
He slipped cleanly past its initial trajectory.
Then—
the arrow curved.
Its enchantment violently altered its course.
Guided by magic—
it swung back toward him.
In the blink of an eye—
it reappeared directly before his face.
Midair.
Impossible to evade.
Several watching mages smiled.
"...Got him."
Even Xiomara let out a quiet sigh.
"...Hmph."
"Dumb kid."
But—
before the words had fully left her lips—
something caught her eye.
Not the rabbit.
Not the arrow.
Something else.
A tiny black silhouette.
Barely visible against the night sky.
A bat.
It flew high above the battlefield.
Its crimson eyes reflected the moonlight for the briefest instant.
Xiomara's smile slowly widened.
"...So that's where you are."
At that exact moment—
**BOOOOOOM!!**
The spinning arrow struck.
A deafening explosion swallowed the rabbit whole.
Fire and debris erupted in every direction.
A massive cloud of dust billowed skyward.
The violent shockwave blasted across the battlefield, knocking nearby bounty hunters off their feet.
Smoke engulfed the entire area.
Cheers erupted almost immediately.
"We got him!"
"He couldn't have survived that!"
"Finally!"
But Xiomara never looked toward the smoke.
Her eyes remained fixed on the tiny bat silently disappearing into the darkness beyond the border—
heading toward Eirundor.
She chuckled quietly to herself.
The pacing and tension are already strong. This version mainly smooths the prose, fixes grammar, improves word choice, removes repetition where it interrupted the flow, and makes the action read more cleanly while preserving your style and every major beat.