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- The boy fired his first shot. The arrow, tipped with some kind of bone head, flew true and hit Atlas. Unfortunately for him, his thin arms and short bow didn’t have half the power they needed to actually get through my beetle’s natural armor, and so the arrow just bounced off, leaving just a scratch in the chitin.
- “Aw shit––fuck,” Cirys grumbled as he lowered his bow and tried to walk, knee-deep in sand. “I don’t have a shot! You’re in the way!”
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- Samel had run out of arrows.
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- "We lost again," Samel said. "I hit every shot, but it didn't do anything."
- The arena was sprinkled with little bone-tipped arrows. Atlas' shell was scratched here and there, but none of the scratches were even a quarter of an inch deep. Beetles had hard shells.
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