The hideout of his foe was quite impressive, even Peter had to admit that. It was luxurious for a villain with a deadly hint of danger that seemed to lurk around every corner. For the hero, it was merely another he would have to face if he was to not only escape but also stop any plans the villain had for destruction. 

While his true name was Peter Markson, most people knew him as the Silver Bow. He earned his name for his seemingly indestructible bow made of a metal that was foreign to most people. Along with the bow came several sets of arrows, all varying in abilities and usefulness, that he was able to synthesize at will. The hero adjusted the mask that covered his face. It was a full mask with silver coloring and made out of the same metal as his bow. His mask was usually hidden under the hood of the cloak that he wore. 

Peter poked his head around the corner into the next room before ducking back into the shadows once more. He spotted a figure moving inside. Perhaps it was the villain? Or the villain's henchmen. He drew his bow up, now freshly loaded with an arrow, and slowly moved into face the figure. "Don't move. Identify yourself." he growled.