Fingers lifted from string and the terrible strain contained within the surprisingly durable and tensile wood was finally given a chance to release itself. The crack of the bows arms straightening was louder and more powerful than any gun of the old world, the arrow wobbling in the air as it almost seemed to swim like a fish, before it's flight stabilised as it flew.
it would be wrong to say that the flight of the arrow was silent, for it was making noise as it cut through the air and raced across the vast distance between the groups. It was simply that it was moving so fast, that even it's own sound was having an impossible time keeping up with it.
By the time the echoing snap of the bows arms reached the Lightbringers party, the telekinetic was already sprawling backwards with an arrow shaft sprouting from the small slit in his helmet.
