"We meet again", he says, a polite smile on his lips even in the midst of combat. He faces you with his bow drawn, arrow at the ready. You grit your teeth, facing him with caution. "I hope you have been well." He fires the arrow, the blood on the tip allowing the arrow to fly unnaturally. It just barely misses your left cheek and you spin around, weapon at the ready. It is the middle of the Group Battles section of the Exchange Event, and everyone else has left to fight elsewhere.