Caroline watched Gwen look at Henry, and something in that gaze made her angry. [i]Whatever,[/i] she thought impatiently, [i]why should I care what they do? I've only met the guy once. But we are in the middle of a war here.[/i] She stood up, ignoring the pain of her freshly bandaged wound and the protests of the healers. She looked around for a bow but found nothing next to her quiver. Frustrated, she held her hands out and clenched her fists, as if one of the enemy soldiers would step up to be throttled. Instead, she felt something she hadn't noticed was in her leave her body, and in her hands something started shimmering. As it started to solidify, she realized it was a bow, twice as large as average with a steel bar reinforcing the wood. Surprised, she reached back for an arrow and felt that they had changed. What she drew from her quiver was almost as long as the bow itself, Much thicker than a regular arrow, it looked more like a baby balista bolt. Undaunted, she nocked the over-sized projectile on the bowstring and pulled. Caroline was used to bows with a high draw, but she almost struggled with the sheer weight of the draw. Taking aim, she loosed the arrow and almost lost track of it as it flew, almost as fast as the weapons on the other side. The serrated head passed straight through one man, pierced the man behind him and kept going until it pinned him to a horse. The horse fell, taking it's rider down with it and crushing the soldier next to him. Staring at the bow, she completely forgot about her wound until it reminded her forcefully by whiting out her vision and bringing her to her knees.