Akira couldn't feel anything, but she knew that one of the bats was currently coming at her back right now.
She'd seen it in the vision, and she'd known about it since before it left the ceiling.
She could feel it swooping towards her spine, its wings folding and jaws opening, and she didn't bother to turn to face it.
Instead, she turned away from it, almost dismissively. Like a woman who couldn't be bothered.
Half a second later, an arrow tore through the bat's body.
The shaft went in one side and out the other and the bat's dive turned into a tumble.
It hit the ground three feet from her boots and burst into numerous blue shards, with Karrakas's arrow standing up out of the wreckage.
Akira glanced back over her shoulder.
Karrakas was still crouched behind his column near the rubble, another arrow already on the string of his bow.
His brows were furrowed in concentration and his eyes were trained on the space above their heads.
