Terrence grinned at the compliment, though he sometimes took such compliments badly. Now was not one of those times, however. He took his own bow and grabbed one of the arrows, but waited to see Fletcher's test run.
The surprised expression made Terrence laugh. The other people around them had been almost frozen in shock by the fact that someone had just been shot with an arrow in front of them, but at the sound of his laughter they scattered, shrieking.
"First, a bit of a chase," he said, eyes glinting darkly even as he grinned. That probably wasn't the point of using a bow and arrow, but he was going to enjoy it all the same. Holding on to the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other, he followed one of the slower (or stupider) Muggles at a run and then stopped before he'd quite caught up.
In a fluid movement, the bow came up, he fitted the arrow, and shot it - it hit the Muggle in the back, and down he went, flailing on the ground. Terrence smirked. Admittedly, that hadn't been his first time using the bow - he'd tested it a number of times to make sure it worked, though not with proper arrows - and he'd picked an easy target, but it still felt damn good.
Jogging back over to Fletcher, he picked up a few more arrows and grinned at his partner in crime. "Let's bring 'em all down."