Turning her head, Delilah saw her tagger, Namor Stormborne.
"You were one of the humans with Sia the other day weren't you?" Namor asked.
"What if I am?" Delilah scrutinized the merfolk prince.
"This will be even more interesting. Lets put up a good show, shall we?" Namor grinned.
At that, Delilah suddenly felt her instincts scream, and without hesitation, she drew her bowstring taut.
The air detonated in a roar as the arrow punched through the sound barrier as though it was paper, before splitting into a myriad of arrows that shot forward at an even more absurd speed.
For a moment, it seemed inevitable that the arrows would turn Namor into nothing more than torn shreds of flesh and blood. But that was until Namor raised both hands in a seemingly unhurried fashion, and clapped.
