Precise trajectories of Cherubs' projectiles
Get miscalculated time to time
All focus in the world doesn't guarantee a bullseye every single shot
The most critical hit can be foiled by the right breeze
Entry points only come into view every now and then
Watching target
Waiting for the right moment to release arrow into the air
Helplessly flying by only to strike the person standing behind them
Words of sweetest honey senselessly dripping out of the open wound
Have a tendency to heal hesitantly
To maximize velocity
I think Cupid should upgrade his weapon to a crossbow
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 12:45 AM UTC
Precise trajectories of Cherubs' projectiles
Get miscalculated time to time
All focus in the world doesn't guarantee a bullseye every single shot
The most critical hit can be foiled by the right breeze
Entry points only come into view every now and then
Watching target
Waiting for the right moment to release arrow into the air
Helplessly flying by only to strike the person standing behind them
Words of sweetest honey senselessly dripping out of the open wound
Have a tendency to heal hesitantly
To maximize velocity
I think Cupid should upgrade his weapon to a crossbow
Because regular old school bow and arrows just aren't cutting it anymore
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