Jaiquill tightened the draw poundage to around 55. She notched in another arrow and drew with a slight bit of effort due her new drawback poundage. Green, red, yellow, green, she thought. She focused on the green sight, and fired again. Splitting the first arrow into two, the second arrow came flying, splitting the shafts of her first arrow into two pieces, the broken arrow stripping away from the hold of its place, hitting the floor. Jaiquill's second arrow now lie in the center spot, where her first arrow was. And speaking that she was one hundred and fifty yards away from her target, that was pretty impressive.

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