PVP Shima vs Crocodile

Shima's footsteps squished through the orange, dead leaves on the ground as he walked. His left hand was holding a black, small umbrella which was barely enough to protect from the rain that pelted down against it. The wind was freezing, and cooled against the bottom of his pants, which were becoming soaked. They were out of the protective range of his umbrella. Shima's free hand reached down and slid into his pocket and pulled on his cigarette box till the top was out. He flipped it back and yanked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, before closing the box and jamming it back into his pocket. He switched the hand the umbrella was in and searched for his lighter, his phone blocking it before he pushed it aside and grabbed it, whispering some obscene comment before lifting it up to his mouth.

The warm smoke filled his lungs quickly after he lit the cigarette, and Shima began to relax a little bit. The cold didn't seem as cold, and he began to focus a little more. He kept moving along the trail that was covered in leaves until it opened into a small clearing. He slowed and looked up, the trees sheltering the area mostly, though some drops of rain were pushing through and making the area slightly wet.

Shima moved to a tree and pulled his umbrella in front of him, pulling it in so that it was compact and small before he set it down and turned. His eyes closed as he relaxed and let the energy that lingered around flow to him. His left hand rose and the blow energy formed a long bow. He gripped it tightly and aimed at a tree, pulling back an arrow to about half draw before releasing it, and firing it into the tree.

After a few dozen arrows or so, within the span of five minutes as to not tire himself he felt a presence. At least he thought he did. It felt like a slight raise in pressure for a second. Shima shrugged it off and simply stopped, not wanting to scare any humans if they were drifting closer. Instead he stood still and let the bow dissipate. Shima tossed the butt he had and sighed, feeling unsatisfied. He slowly withdrew one more and lit it without as much trouble as the first, not having the umbrella to deal with. He looked up at the smoke as he blew it out and then looked around. He was sure he was being watched, but he felt no presence.

"Just paranoid.." He told himself as he looked at his target. There was a small spread, though it was nearly unnoticeable, especially at this distance. Shima reached up and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and held it, staring. He felt so off kilter for some reason. Uneasy. After another three minutes, when he was sure he was mostly alone and he raised his hand again, the blue bow appearing once more. He reached up with his right hand and put the cigarette back to his lips and left it there, going once again to fire arrows at the tree. After the first two however his paranoia had built once again. The bow faded and he turned, yanking the fag out of his mouth and yelled. "Come the fuck out! I know you're there!" He yelled. After a few seconds he reached up and rubbed his head, the rain around him making to much noise for him to distinguish if there was any other sound. "I'm really going insane." Shima told himself before he turned. "Fuck." Once more the blue bow appeared and he drew back an arrow and fired towards the disturbance