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- Butcher drew her bow again.
- She didn’t miss. She did something to warp space or adjust the very fabric of reality, so her shots always struck the intended target.
- She aimed towards my teammates, paused, lowered her weapon a second as if momentarily confused.
- The bow swept in the Ambassador’s direction.
- Then she turned, her body rotating, the massive bow and long arrow pointing at us. Rachel and I.
- “Go!” I shouted. “Go, go!”
- We could only get out of range.
- How far could a bow like that send an arrow flying?
- Apparently Butcher didn’t think it would be this far.
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