Woosh. A single Mũi tên xanh of three feet solid silver whizzed through the air and hit a charging bò đực, con bò, bull in it's eye.
"Bull's-eye", snickered a young girl of about fourteen.
The bò đực, con bò, bull staggered with steam billowing out of it's nose and six thêm silver arrows sprouted from it's neck and it exploded into yellow dust.
The girls that had shot the bò đực, con bò, bull went to the mountain of yellow powder and each took their arrows from the pile. There were many thêm girls and they were all wearing the same thing: camo pants and silver jackets. They were all around their teens- fourteen, fifteen- the youngest had to be only...
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