Ulfar burst into a hearty laugh when he met Jake's outraged gaze. It was good for morale to see the big guy come down to earth.
"I was confident that it wouldn't be enough to kill you." He explained anyway to avoid any misunderstanding. "I've already tested it on Gerulf. It kills well, but on weeds like you, unless you disintegrate completely, you will just pop back to life every time."
"Yeah... I'm still of the opinion that I'd be better off keeping my distance from that weapon." Jake grinned unconvincingly. "And the same with this bow..."
The King of Beskyr followed his gaze to his white bow and laughed again. A wicked, not to say sadistic expression graced his face.
"This bow is called the Reverse Fate Bow. Unlike this sword, the bow has always belonged to my people. It is a legacy of Beskyr himself."
