The person at the forefront held a chilling silver Long Bow in his right hand, which was approximately two meters in length. As he extended his left hand, he took out a silver arrow from the quiver on the horse's back -- the same kind as the one that had almost claimed Brother Long's life moments before. It stood to reason that the arrow that had nearly ended Brother Long was shot by this man.
He slowly nocked the arrow and took aim at Brother Long, who stood guarding the villagers behind him. This act instantly enraged the ten or so ragged villagers, their eyes bulging with fury. However, as the bowstring was slowly drawn tight and the arrow set, slowly panning over the crowd and aiming at each person, the villagers were forced to suppress their anger. The gleaming points of the arrows instilled a deep fear in them.
