*jester draws back the string of his bow and aims at the creatures chest. the bow creeks as the string is drawn and jester feels the pressure between his fingers. he takes a deep breath smelling the fresh cool air of this sector and closes one eye. a second later he releases the string, as it propels the arrow toward its target he can hear it cutting through the air. the arrow leaves the string and flies toward the creature, the tip glistening in the sunlight.*