Rav pulled on the bowstring so tightly that the string snapped, but the arrow was released and pinned to the mark he had made on the tree.
He cast a sharp breath. His hand quivered from overuse, but he didn't want to stop.
He tossed the bow with the rest of the many others he had ruined, then grabbed another.
However, before he could get into position, an arrow made of ice zapped past him and hit the mark.
Staggered, Rav turned and found Vanya snickering.
"You've ruined far too many bows, we're already short on weapons," she signed.
"I'll just make more bows. It's not that hard," Rav replied.
She raised an eyebrow. "You mean Logi will make them. I'm not sure he will be too happy when he finds out you snapped them all because you were training. That is what this is, isn't it?"
Rav scowled. "Yes, what else would it be?"
She sighed, stepping down the ridge to him. "Emotional turmoil?"
Rav's teeth clenched. "It has nothing to do with emotions."
