He grabbed them in his hands and brought them close to him.
He scanned the forest first, and in a couple of seconds, he located the spirit tree that was more than a thousand meters away from him.
He aimed the bow at the spirit tree before fitting the arrow on it. Using a lot of his strength, enough for his arms muscles to bulge, he pulled back the bowstring.
"The story of a prey and the hunter ends here," Elliot said as he released the arrow.
Twang! The arrow bursts out of the bow, generating shockwaves as it did so. The recoil was enough to push Elliot off of the tree and throw him several meters behind. If it wasn't for his extremely strong body, puking out a mouthful of blood because of the recoil wasn't a far stretched story.