Veil of Smog, Chapter 1

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Sarah looks at Shroud as though the woman asked her to sprout wings from her ears. “It’s a bow. I’m a decent shot but an accurate shot at that distance is beyond me. Or anyone else that you ever meet.”

She turns and begins walking toward the others. About a second later, the water bottle is ripped from Shroud’s hands as five arrows carry it off, none so much as grazing her hand. Sarah stands about two hundred feet away, another arrow knocked in her bow, and a mischievous grin on her face.