Omi knew if he will not immediately start shooting, he will be brutally torn to death. So riding on his swan turned Shandani, he picked his bow and started shooting arrows at the incoming pack of crows. He realised that he was shooting like a well-trained archer with great accuracy; he shot almost a hundred arrows within a span of a few minutes. Even the quiver was getting replenished at the same pace as he was shooting.
Suddenly his ride was hit by an incoming arrow; Omi lost his balance and found himself heading straight for the ground. Immediately the bow and the arrows vanished. More terrifying was the crows following him and he knowing for sure that he will be torn to pieces even before he hit the ground.