Lyle Battles Nonso
Lyle got up from the group with shaky knees. There was a large smile on his face as he caressed the longbow in his hands. A glossy beautiful bow made out of Phantom Wood.
Refining the phantom wood and cleansing it of its impurities was the singular most difficult refinement that Lyle had done since he secluded himself three days ago.
The bow was around 2.0m long and 1.0m wide. The front of the bow frame was in a circular arc, while the back was straight. The centre grip was about 5 cm wide, getting gradually thinner towards the ends.
The bow was light and Lyle could phantom that it could shoot at least 20 arrows per minute.
He held the bow in his left hand, while expertly using his thumb, index and middle finger to pull back the drawstring, using his strength to unwaveringly draw the bow into a perfect crescent, aiming in front.
Shua!
The bow hit the paper he pasted on the way.