The day was about to arrive and Oliver found himself at the same top of the building he had used to look for the gunman.

It had been just over a month since he had started his journey as a green vigilante and from there he stared into the distance at the dark forest that stood out on the horizon.

Even though his heart was clearly racing, Oliver moved calmly and adjusted his archery glove, pulling it and then releasing it, leaving it comfortable in his hand while he adjusted the rest of his clothes.

Now underneath the green cape and hood, he wore a black shirt with long sleeves, pants of the same color and boots, as well as a balaclava worn only up to his nose, covering a large part of his face, contrasting with the green of his eyes and relics. .

‘He chose the forest for a reason.’ Oliver finished adjusting his clothes and brought his fist to his chest, trying to calm himself. ‘The duel he so desires could end in a single shot or take hours thanks to obstacles, but thanks to that I can have a fair fight in the end.’

Slowly Oliver lowered the balaclava that covered his face and the wind blew, slightly lifting his hood and pulling aside his shirt, which revealed his skin with several still fresh bruises and traces of dried blood.

His face was also injured and his look was clearly tired with some bandages around it, but in the end, the guard forced a smile as he thought.

‘Good thing tomorrow is Saturday.’

Again he positioned himself, leaving his body slightly to the side while he positioned the bow and arrow, pulling the string until it touched his chest.

His hand shook as he positioned it, until it stabilized and Oliver's gaze remained focused on the forest while a sparkle shone in his eyes.

‘At first I was scared, maybe I still am.’ Slowly he leaned his body back pointing the bow upwards as he thought. 'I'm going to face a relic user, regardless of whether it's fair or not, it will happen and it might be the best chance I'll have of finding out something about the relics.'

At the end he gave a slight smile as the glow intensified reflected in his eye and then shot up.

A green glow ran quickly across the sky and through the clouds, almost imperceptible to those on the streets, but for Oliver, who was now lying on top of the building, still with his tired look, he remained with the same smile and thought.

‘In the end… I will-’

Time passed and soon the sun rose.

Slow footsteps were heard in the forest, followed by blows that made some birds fly from the trees they hit.

Gradually the ground filled with leaves where it was possible to see Oliver already panting, being responsible for the sounds that came from blows on the trees.

Turning his eyes to the surroundings he clearly saw some of the paths he had taken.

Branches and leaves were on the ground and attracted the attention of some small animals that passed by. After a few more hours in the forest, Oliver was already leaning against a tree and panting while still recovering after so much effort.

His hand was shaking and there were bruises on his fingers, but in the end, he clenched his fist tightly and mumbled.

'Right...'

As the day went on, Oliver completed his task of knocking down other leaves and after all the effort he rested on the trunk of a tree with his back to the park entrance with his backpack on his lap.

From there he took out his food, which was nothing more than fruits and cereals, which he ate quickly, then hiding his backpack and sitting back down while he looked up and thought.

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‘There is still what I can do.’

Looking at his hand, which was still shaking slightly, Oliver increasingly felt the effects of nervousness and anxiety.

He had spent the whole night beating trees and still hadn't slept even during the day, but still he jumped out of the tree and went back to wandering through the forest.

The morning and afternoon passed quickly, as the sun set its sights on the horizon, it was possible to see Oliver inside the top of a tree, leaning against the branches while he remained motionless and with his head down.

Some animals approached to see him, but he remained standing still, saving his energy, almost asleep.

Night arrived and Oliver's thoughts flowed freely in his mind, but soon something alerted him and made him lift his head slightly, revealing a greenish glow that soon turned towards the entrance.

In the distance footsteps were heard and they walked calmly, his heart was calm as if he was going for a walk, but Oliver had a clear sensation in his chest that made him position himself slowly, without making any noise, until the footsteps stopped.

In the middle of the park, a figure stood out, a wide smile was highlighted on his face as the crescent moon in the sky illuminated the man and made the silver barrel of his pistol shine.

The wind was blowing and little by little the clouds were covering the moon, but the figure remained smiling and said.

“Did you come, vigilante?” His voice clearly contained a certain animation, he was a slightly older adult who then gave a short laugh and continued. "I know it is..."

Looking down he saw the leaves and sighed in surprise.

“Prepared the ground, I think it will be easier to hear me this way, you must have one hell of hearing.” He continued to laugh a little more quietly, but only the wind was blowing and the gunslinger responded and concluded. “You must have gotten stronger... this last week you worked hard, but I have to tell you something, my friend.”

The moon was covered by a dense cloud that darkened the forest, revealing only a bright smile with yellowish eyes that looked into nothingness.

“My pistol said I won’t lose.”

Green eyes shone in the darkness and the gunslinger smiled even wider as he took aim, from the trees three arrows appeared that cut through the air and headed towards the gunslinger.

Three shots were quickly fired and hit the three arrows, destroying them while the gunman saw something move at high speed in the darkness.

Oliver stared with shining eyes as he clearly saw his opponent, his weapon was a Colt pistol and his neck was covered by a torn scarf.

His eyes continued to glow yellow as he followed Oliver running and again he took aim.

Oliver pulled out the arrows and took cover by staying behind a tree, three bullets arrived and slightly destroyed the tree, shooting splinters into the surroundings that made the gunslinger look with a smile as he saw arrows fly towards him again as Oliver ran again.

The gunman quickly took cover in a tree that stopped the arrows with ease, the gunman whistled in surprise and took his hand to a leather pocket, picking up bullets and throwing them into the air, quickly moving the pistol to fit all the ammunition into the gun while leaving again. from the protection of the tree and shouted.

“The difference in power here is clear, what do you say, archer?”

However, in front of him there was nothing else, even though his vision in front of him was already difficult, he could say that there certainly wasn't something in front of him.

Sensing the danger, the gunman quickly threw himself back and the tree that had previously protected him was hit by an arrow that hit where the gunman's head had previously been.

Among the trees was Oliver with his bow positioned and he quickly pulled out more arrows while the gunslinger aimed with a smile.

Continuous shots were fired and the gunman aimed at the corners of the tree, pulling out splinters and pieces that forced Oliver to move quickly through the shadows as he fired more and more arrows towards the gunman.

The man stared with a smile as the endless shots continued to come, it was obvious that that vigilante seemed to see the forest as if it were still daytime.

However, looking at the surroundings, the gunman noticed that when he moved, he stepped on the leaves, making sounds that clearly highlighted where he was and thanks to this the vigilante could aim easily.

But it wasn't just that, for that movement it wasn't enough to see, it was as if he had passed through that forest countless times, but in the end only Oliver knew that the real reason was because he had spent the whole morning evaluating the terrain and the ideal places for The fight.

His weapon was less powerful and less fast, but Oliver would fight with all the resources he had, again firing his arrows at high speed while the gunman responded with his shots that destroyed the arrows and narrowly missed Oliver.

In the end, the adrenaline in the vigilante's body gradually began to appear and then the gunman let out a loud laugh while holding the pistol with both hands.

“THIS IS WHAT I WANTED VIGILANT. A WORTHY DISPUTE.” When holding the gun with both hands, Oliver felt clear danger and ducked. "MAY THE BEST WIN!"

His gun glowed and 4 shots were fired at high speed, hitting the tree that Oliver was in and going completely through the wood, scattering pieces of tree everywhere, narrowly missing Oliver who remained bent down and mumbling.

'Damn.'