"All right, then!" Pit raised his bow, angled his shot correctly, and fired. The angel almost seemed to pull the shining bluish arrow out of nowhere; in reality, it came from the rings on his arm. The bolt of light zipped through the air and smashed into the target, managing to splinter it. Once the impact ended, the arrow vanished completely.

"Ahh, see, that's what I was talking about!" he mentioned, noting the cracked wood. "And this is why I use regular arrows. They don't break targets so easily..."