'What exactly am I looking at?" Colyn thought as his gaze lingered on Raph while he held a silver bow. 'It's like….like fine-tuned equipment, moving with such precision and strength'.
They were still being chased by the horde of Demons, and most of his teammates had dispersed to the front to handle the demons that targeted the Merchants, as for those that followed from behind. He handled, or at least riddled them limbless.
His silver bow was the shape of a crescent moon, and three holes perforated the groove, each time he pulled out the invincible strings, three arrows of mana formed and shot out at the speed of sound, striking their appendages, and uprooting it if the demon was unable to resist.
The rest was taken care of by Raph, who was evidently enjoying himself in the slaughter.
His sword was his musical baton, and his fighting style was a musical piece, telling tales of bestial strength and speed.
