Thwang–CRACK!
"Talk about power! This beauty's got way too much kick!"
Pilor gleefully shared his thoughts after letting loose his shot, gazing lustfully at the black metal bow in his hands.
LaRee smiled along with the aging archer. He crossed his arms with boastful satisfaction.
"It is like I told you. Black Bolt is much stronger than ordinary bows."
"You're wrong, LaRee…"
Pilor's eyes bounced between the black bow and the arrow that had ripped through the target. The basic, carnival-grade arrowhead was stuck in the metal barrier. And the thrum of the drawstring was still fresh on the veteran archer's fingertips.
"My Red Luster isn't your average bow. It's strong enough to enter some professional events. But this… Your Black Bolt might as well be used for competition only.
"With this killer drawback and crazy power, your Black Bolt might be restricted in some competitions."
