Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26593284-20160429011233/@comment-31232700-20160506112056

RD rolls his eyes. He re-summons his bow and now a quiver of arrows. Some were made of ice and some were coated in a blinding aura of light or luck. He chooses an ice arrow and draws back, the accents on the bow glowing bright blue. He releases the arrow, seeming not to care whether or not he misses.