Bring it! Stealth vs FF

Stealth waited with fierce anticipation, his eyes locked on the road in front of him. The sun baked down on the desert around them, this was an odd place for an assassin to fight. He lived in stealth and secerts never reveiling his position until it was to late. Until the arrow was red with blood. But there he stood sweat dripping down his fourhead into his eyes. The salty sting was just a reminder of price of being the best. Never flinching never backing down, he would always keep coming until there was nothing left.

With his bow in his hand he looked out over the flight desert, seeing for miles. He waited......for his kill.