Watching the arrow dart towards him at full pace, he bent slightly as it flew just above his head, piercing the wall.
Staring at the arrow embedded in the wall, the clanging sound of metal hitting the floor made him turn. He glanced at the bow lying on the ground.
She threw it aside, glaring at him.
"I really don't want to kill someone," she mumbled, arms folded across her chest.
Approaching her, he picked up the bow and extended it towards her.
"I'm not taking that," she protested, eyeing the bow.
"Just take it," he urged, placing it in her hands before stepping back.
Holding the bow together, he adjusted her stance, aligning the arrow to shoot at the target board.
"Pour out your wrath on the target, not the bow," he advised when he noticed her glaring at the weapon.
"It almost killed you, you have no idea what would happen to me," she muttered, and a hint of a smile on his lips.
