Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 500 : Delicate Balance

Boros could tell which of the three parties on the battlefield would have the quickest and biggest effect on the overall battle without thinking.

It was without a doubt Goro. He was the strongest fighter on their side. As soon as he won his battle, he could steamroll the other two sides of the battlefield.

The four warriors were injured and exhausted. They would have trouble facing Ulminer Go. Alzara wasn't more than superficially injured, but she was exhausted.

Based on her attitude the last couple of days, she also might not be inclined to help the others. She might decide to sit back down or leave the area as soon as she won her fight.

If Borso wanted the best odds for them all to win and survive, he had to separate Goro from Ulminer somehow and let the bear into the other fights.

But that was where the problem appeared.

How was Borso, the weakest in the desert, supposed to do something to Ulminer Go, one of the strongest?

No.

Borso shook his head. He could not interfere in the battle between the Goro and Ulminer Go. He looked away from those two and toward the other fights.

The four half-bears and the tall maid.

The halfbears were on their last leg, and the tall maid might use her long legs to sprint away once she managed to get free of the leech-like owls.

Not only did Borso have to decide which battle he should join to maximize their odds of survival and success, but he also had to figure out how.

He looked at the weapons and tools he had. A sword and a bow.

Borso sighed deeply before dropping his blade and grabbing his bow. He dropped his arrows and stuck them into the ground in front of him.

It was a calculated decision, but he wasn't sure it was the right one. Alzara…

Borso had a feeling that the only one who could rely on Alzara wholeheartedly was Zach.

Still, he had to take the gamble.

He grabbed an arrow and drew his bow, aiming it at the owl warriors flapping around and harassing Alzara.

Shooting haphazardly wouldn't be enough.

Borso had to time his shots with the owl warriors' agile movements, Alzara's movements, and the flow of the battlefield. He had to attack one of the owls at the exact right moment to make an opening for Alzara to cut him down and break the delicate balance they were somehow keeping.

Borso took a deep breath.

His eyes were tense. He couldn't blink. He couldn't miss even a single moment.

One of the humanoid owls saw an opening when Alzara turned around to lunge at his companion. It was too great not to go for it. Even if it was a trap, the owl warrior was confident his comrades would have his back and step in before Alzara's cursed daggers could touch him.

He flapped his wings and dove forward, reaching for Alzara's back with his talons. he didn't put his all into the attack. There was no need to do that when they already had the advantage. He didn't need to go for a suicide attack just to land a blow on Alzara.

They just had to keep juggling her like this, stopping her from going after any one of them. Sooner or later, she would make a mistake or grow tired.

The owl warrior was confident. With how the battle had flowed so far, there was no reason not to be.

That was why he thought the slight brushing sound his sensitive hearing picked up from behind him had nothing to do with him. It could just have been the feathers of one of his companions grinding against their clothes or dropping to the ground.

It wasn't.

It was the sound of an arrow soaring through the air, its fletchings giving it a gentle spin as it headed for the owl warrior's back.

Borso wasn't an expert archer, but he was good at enough that he carried around a bow as his secondary weapon. He was good enough to hit a target from thirty strides away, even if it was moving.

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He wasn't good or strong enough to use a bow that had a heavy enough draw to shoot an arrow that could maim the owl warrior.

The arrow lodged itself in the warrior's muscular back, but that was it. He could reach back and pull it out if his comrades didn't do it first.

But it was a stinging pain he wasn't prepared for, and it hit close to the base of his wings. It was enough to halt his movements for several moments.

It was enough for Alzara to take one step into the air, fully extend her long arm, and slit the owl warriors throat, spilling his blood onto the desert floor.

It was a sudden turn of events that momentarily surprised the other warriors, both airborne and grounded.

Alzara did not miss the opportunity. She used the blood of the warrior on her dagger to spread a curse by swinging her dagger at them, spraying the blood. The drops of blood that flew onto them were enough to weaken them.

The delicate balance had been broken.

As if invigorated by the shower of blood, Alzara danced among the owl warriors, reveling in their panic. She jumped from one to the other, her daggers drawing light grey streaks in the air.

Alzara, who had held back, looking for an opening, stopped holding back.

It didn't take long for the Arlecch warriors to break rank and try to flee or seek the others' help. But showing their backs to Alzara was the most foolish thing they could have done.

Alzara had won her battle. One third of the battlefield was dissolved in a rain of blood. Now, only the fights between Goro and Ulminer go, and the four half-bears and the Arlecch warriors were left.

But they were still in a stalemate, though it looked like the half-bears were losing.

Alzara glanced at the battlefield before turning to look at Borso.

Borso looked at her.

She was too far away for him to plead with her, though he doubted that his words could affect her mind.

Borso watched anxiously, waiting for Alzara to make her decision.