Inside a certain refuge...
"Damn it!"
A man cursed out loud while holding a shiny gold bow. He had a deep wound on his right arm, which made it difficult for him to continue wielding that weapon. Anyway, he never let go of it. He felt like his life was dependent on whether he was able or not to hold it.
'I guess that today is my day…', he thought as he pulled the bow's string, and an arrow of the same color as the bow began to form there.
He barely had the strength to pull the string properly. Also, his fingers had cuts on them as well. Those weren't made by the enemy, but by the constant use of his bow. He was fighting for several hours already.
'My reserves of energy are nearly empty. I can feel a strange sensation in my heart, the same I always feel when I am going to run out of "Willpower". Soon, I won't be able to use any spell. That's when I will need to resort to my body, instead of my powers,' he took a deep sigh as he thought about it.
