The battle raged on ferociously...
Bullets, arrows, spells, and curses whizzed past Cain's ears everywhere second, so much so he had gotten a bit numb to it all.
He drew {Maelstrom} back to a full crescent for what felt like the thousandth time.
His aim was true as the compressed water arrow cut through the air with a shrill wheezing sound, smashing and burrowing right through the torse of a Devil, killing it in a single blow.
Although his aim was true, the same conditions not be said about everyone else.
Because of the distance, accuracy tended to fall off for the most part. So they could not rely on it too much. The same was true on the Devil's side as well.
And so, they could only rely on quantity instead of quality.
With ever hour, the amount of magic projectiles exchanged only seemed to grow as casualties grew proportionally.
Still, the casualties were kept to a minimum as both sides knew how to erect shields.
