The bow was one of those aluminum alloy types that are as long as an arm, manufactured exactly to competition specifications, with the arrow half an arm's length, fitting perfectly onto the bow to aim at a target a hundred meters away.
For ease of scoring, its arrowhead was coated with paint, so that even if the arrow fell, it could still accurately show which ring was hit.
Because the racecourse was a club frequented by wealthy people,
all the equipment here was top-notch.
There was no need for someone to call out the scores; as soon as an arrow was shot, a statistical machine could automatically announce which ring had been hit.
Skye Lawrence seemed to play this often; once she got the bow, she started toying with it, getting familiar with it, even professionally adjusting it.
Enna Clark just did a simple check.
"How about we play the simplest, best two out of three?"
"Sure," she paused, "Ms. Lawrence first."
