After that brush with death, Yu Lin Bloodhawk no longer dared to venture through the formation alone. Wherever he went, other Rangers or Mages were always nearby. He also stopped being picky about his targets. Whenever he saw an opportunity for a one-shot kill, he took it, no matter what kind of Orc it was. Every arrow was a Normal Shot; he never used a Magic Arrow.
With his current strength, Mind Shot, and the added power of an uncommon bow, even his Normal Shot was more than an ordinary Orc soldier could withstand.
Even a common-quality plate chestplate could not stop his deadly arrows. They could pierce the plate armor and drive just deep enough to lodge in the heart. Unless an ordinary Orc soldier wore rare plate armor or blocked with a weapon, none could withstand a single arrow from him.
He no longer showed off by shooting through both temples or sending arrows through an armpit straight into the heart. If he could hit the head, he did; otherwise, he punched straight through the chestplate and into the heart, forcing his way through the armor with the penetrating power of his uncommon War Bow and the brute strength he had developed over years of training.
Common plate armor could not withstand his devastating attacks, much less chainmail or leather armor, so he used up his arrows quickly. Wherever he passed, Orcs fell in swathes. Before long, neither of the two quivers on his back held a single arrow.
The old commander was angry, and the consequences were dire. First the Trolls, now the Orcs, the Bloodhawk Burning Legion's recruits thought. Of all the people you Orcs could have provoked, why did you have to pick him?
The old commander had not been angry before. He had merely