The Cult of Amaymon Part 5

The elven archer was going to go first. The crowd went dead silent as he stared at the target before holding his bow out in front of him, pulling out an arrow from his quiver and notching it with a practiced hand. He took in a deep breath before drawing his bow, holding it in. The light emanating from the bow intensified, followed by a small gust of wind that circulated at the nock of the arrow. In one swift movement, he let go of the string, sending out a powerful gust of wind that rocketed the arrow straight towards the center of the target, blowing it to smithereens.