Tomoe turned around after gaining some distance down the new side street, taking a pot shot at the first bright and shining face that shows themselves to chase him. Some starry eyed dreamer of a boy is the first to round the corner, probably not even old enough to drink legally, and has a fourth of his head taken off by the magical flame arrow that zooms through him. There were wails of despair and cries of anger and revenge. “He was too young, you monster!”, they would say, holding up his corpse for the gods to take off to the great beyond – exactly the kind of thing that the archer was truly aiming for in that moment.
Even beyond just putting down even one less pursuer to attack Tomoe, the ultimate goal was to cause as much chaos and mayhem as possible. There was no point at which he simply walked away and gave up on all of this; Tomoe was serious about becoming an avatar of hatred, and to do that, the eradication of a youth long before their supposed 'time' on this planet was up? Something like that was child's play. Something he'd need to be able to do casually, because for the new and perfect world to be created, Tomoe would need to send many more young and talented mages off to their deaths far before their time should have properly come. He readied another arrow and fired it as he fled, but such a half-hearted follow-up blast was blocked by a defensive spell from one of the many mages chasing him.
Crux: 391/500 (50% reduced from Intelligence)
Vega: 0/500 (50% reduced from Intelligence)
Caelum: 0/375 (50% reduced from Intelligence)
Circinus: 0/375 (50% reduced from Intelligence)