Seven Sins System Chapter 758. Bad Aim
Seven Sins System Chapter 758. Bad Aim
They all screamed in sync.
Which, I admit, was kind of satisfying.
Barry practically threw his spear in panic, though not at me, just up in the air, like a distress signal.
Ion vanished again, probably behind a tree.
Darren cursed under his breath while trying to reload with shaky hands.
Claire gritted her teeth and barked orders, and Evie… well, Evie just muttered something like “we’re gonna die” and summoned a shield of wind around her torso.
And then?
They attacked.
Claire led the charge, her rapier glowing with a flicker of enchantment as she dashed toward me in a flash of silver and purpose.
Ion tried to flank me again, quieter this time.
Barry stumbled after them, unsure if he should attack or pray.
Darren took position at the edge of the field and tried to play sniper.
Evie hovered in the backline, elemental energy swirling tighter in her hands.
It was cute.
They weren’t completely hopeless.
Claire went straight for the floating red target above my head, aiming clean, precise thrusts, good form, smart angles. I let her get close. Close enough to believe she had a chance. Then I twisted, used the flat of my blade to deflect hers gently, and stepped aside like I was dancing instead of dodging.
“Too rigid,” I said, voice calm. “You’re still telegraphing your steps.”
She cursed softly and adjusted.
Ion appeared behind me and lunged up at my target, dual blades in perfect sync.
I ducked.
One blade missed. The other I caught with the hook of my dagger and twisted, sending him spinning forward.
Evie launched a blast of fire toward the top of my head. Clever. Aim for the target, not the body.
I moved. Not quickly. Not even magically. Just enough. The fireball passed within a few centimeters of the target and vanished into the wind.
Darren let an arrow fly.
I didn’t look.
It missed.
Again.
“Seriously, Darren,” I called over my shoulder. “Do you close your eyes when you shoot?”
“I panicked!”
“You always panic.”
“I have a condition!”
“You have bad aim today.”
Claire went for another strike, but Ion bumped into her mid-swing, and Barry tripped over both of them trying to join in.
Evie screamed.
Darren fired again.
The arrow bounced off a practice dummy twenty feet to my left.
I finally sighed. “Alright,” I muttered. “Let’s make this interesting.”
They barely had time to react.
Because I moved.
Not with a big flashy jump or a teleport. Just fast. Smooth. I was in the middle of their cluster before they realized I’d stopped dodging and started hunting.
First?
Ion.
He was still recovering from the stumble with Claire when I appeared beside him.
I tapped his floating blue target with my dagger, light contact only. But the system flared instantly.
[ION HP: 84%]
He jumped back like I’d stabbed him for real. “Hey! That’s cheating!”
“No,” I said. “That’s slow reaction time.”
“Claire pushed me!”
“I dodged you!” Claire shouted.
“Don’t blame me for your clumsy fox paws!”
“I will set you on fire,” Evie muttered.
I turned toward Darren next.
He saw me coming. Tried to run.
I casually jogged after him, not even speeding up. Just walking fast enough to humiliate him.
He tripped over a training block.
I tapped his target as he fell.
[DARREN HP: 79%]
He groaned from the ground. “Why does everything I do turn into pain?”
“Because you still think fighting is cool posing and witty remarks.”
He rolled over. “Isn’t it?!”
“No.”
I turned, watching Ion scramble to regroup and Claire try to rally. Evie stood firm, eyes locked on me, magic swirling tighter. Good girl. Barry?
Barry was on the ground again.
Just full-on curled in a squat behind one of the trees like he was reliving the trauma from Morgana’s room.
I walked back to the center of the field, dragging my dagger lightly through the grass.
“You wanted to hit the target,” I said, loud enough for them all to hear. “Then stop treating this like a performance.”
Ion pointed a shaky dagger at me. “You are performing!”
“No,” I said. “I’m just not trying yet.”
That shut them up.
Evie swallowed hard. “You’re seriously not using any skills?”
I nodded.
“No buffs. No healing. No aura. Not even a movement spell.”
Darren blinked. “Then how the hell are you—?”
Barry flinched at the question.
“I’ve trained longer than you’ve been alive,” I said with a smile. “That helps.”
Claire took a breath, steadying herself again. “Guys. Focus. We’re not going to win unless we work together.”
“No kidding,” Ion muttered.
“You bumped into me again!” Claire snapped.
“I slipped! On Barry!”
“I’m not a hazard!” Barry shouted from behind the tree.
“You’re literally crying behind cover,” Evie said.
“It’s called a survival tactic!”
I laughed.
They turned toward me.
Bad idea.
Because I moved again.
Ion was the closest. I let him see me coming this time. Watched the way he shifted, calculated, tried to deflect.
He got one block in.
Nice.
Then I danced behind him, stepped around his left, and tapped his target twice in quick succession.
[ION HP: 58%]
He stumbled back, panting. “I hate that you move like a ghost!”
“I’m not a ghost,” I said, smirking. “I’m your mentor.”
Darren tried to line up another shot.
I flicked a stone off the ground with my foot—hit his arrow mid-air.
It clattered away.
[DARREN HP: 68%]
He whimpered.
Evie exhaled and launched a wall of fire across the field. It was impressive. She was angry now. Focused. Claire followed, circling with her blade aimed high.
Barry?
Still behind the tree.
Still praying, probably.
I smiled.
They were finally starting to take this seriously.
This was what I wanted.
To push them.
Break the habits. Break the ego.
Make them better.
I wasn’t going to go easy.
They hadn’t earned that yet.
Not until they figured out how to touch that red target.
Because until they did?
This battle wasn’t ending.
Not until they figured out how to actually work together. Not until they put aside their egos, their solo instincts, their snarky half-baked plans, and moved as a unit.