Sharp Eye felt a piercing pain in his back before he was sent tumbling uncontrollably through the dark, endless space. Debris pelted his body. It took him a hot second before he was able to reorient himself in the right direction.
He closed his eyes. It only confused him.
He performed a swift karate punch, completely stopping his momentum. He swung his arms, fanning the space dust covering his body.
Once he found his kilter, he opened his eyes and looked behind him. An arrow pierced through the painted target on his back. Dead center.
Five more direct hits, and he'd be defeated.
Meanwhile, Sheina floated gracefully in space, unaffected by zero gravity. Her aim certainly wasn't.
Sharp Eye glared at her. No amount of analysis could make him understand how she was able to hit him. She somehow saw him throughout all the dust, clouds, and smoke.
