"Ain't that the truth," Terrence said, smirking back. He took off at a run in a different direction, following a particularly interesting looking Muggle who was attempting to dodge and hide. Terrence always did like a challenge.
He got that one in the throat - on accident, since he'd been aiming for the target painted on his chest, but he wasn't about to admit that. The gurgling sound he made as he went down was well worth it.
The next one he got in the shoulder, and even though the target fell over, he definitely wasn't going to die from the wound. Terrence smirked and stood over him, shooting one directly into the center of the target. Then he leaned over and viciously ripped both arrows from where they'd landed, careful not to break the arrows but not caring at all about whether it destroyed muscle and sinew.
Bows and arrows were fucking awesome. Terrence might have to rethink his stance about blades cornering the market as the best weapons the world had to offer.