"You've done well." The other one told her, patting her head. His face was blurred, and the colors of his clothing a bit dull. "Now, watch after me." He said, taking his own bow, and raising it up.

Magic pulled out of him, into the bow, lighting up the arrow head, then the staff, then the feathers. It was a light glow, contained in the actual arrow. He pulled back, releasing it without hesitation. It zipped forward, leaving a trail of blue light straight behind it. It pierced the target, going through it like a bullet. 

"There. Now, Catiel, do you think you can do that?" He asked her, lowering his bow.